Zhan Li lifted his eyelids to glance at the East Sea, his eyes full of helplessness, and raised his hand to make a few gestures, mumbling a string of notes from his mouth.
The general meaning was: "I've used the Spell Talisman before, but it never made me feel so dizzy."
The East Sea laughed heartily and said, "You are the Cave Maiden of the Black Wood Tribe; the Spell Talismans you use are all high-level ones, precise and directed in their teleportation. Even if it's a mortal's body, it can barely withstand it.
But the Spell Talisman I just used was purposely the lowest level escape talisman, and both the orientation and direction of teleportation are random.
Don't look at me like that; I have my reasons for doing this.
The Inspection Bureau cultivators guard all the exits of the grand formation of the World Wall. People like us who sneak out are exactly the ones they specialize in capturing.
As soon as we exit from the formation, it will respond, and they will notice us.
