Zhou Qing understood, flicking his fingertips lightly, sending out a thousand Spirit Seals to silently form a barrier of twisted light around them.
"If I'm not mistaken, Nangong Xiongba should be inside there!" Sikong Yan pointed towards the pitch-black main hall.
Zhou Qing's gaze shifted to the rear hall behind the main hall, frowning slightly: "Is the inner treasury that close? Isn't this stealing right under his nose?"
"Relax," Sikong Yan dismissed it with a gesture at himself.
"For those in the Spirit Severing Realm, distance is but a breath away. If anything happens, there's still 'tall me' to rely on."
Zhou Qing said no more, and as they were skirting around the main hall, the bronze qilin suddenly glimmered with light.
Zhou Qing moved quickly, pressing down on Sikong Yan's shoulder, instantly making them freeze.
"Whoosh——"
A blood-red beam shot from the qilin's eyes, sweeping precisely over where they had just stood.
