The next stretch of time for learning skills would have to be squeezed out of Brother Binbin.
The brief lesson came to an end.
Li Zhiyuan: "You've learned it."
The Tomb Master nodded, lowered his hands, and smiled:
"I'm very much looking forward to it."
...
In reality.
The black patterns under the Tomb Master's feet shattered, cutting off the escape route of those three.
The timing was something Li Zhiyuan had deliberately grasped, choosing the moment when the three-stick-incense rule's time limit was just about up and they were about to leave.
A moment earlier wouldn't work; he couldn't force them into a corner too soon, otherwise they would get hurt and pay a price, but everyone on his side present would die.
The rules were made by them; as the weaker side, before you have the ability to break those rules, you have to work hard to be more familiar with them than the stronger side.
