At that moment, Qin Yang sat cross-legged on the spot, slowly closing his eyes. Within the center of his eyebrows, his divine sense surged forth, focusing on the array formed by the light screen.
This scene caused those around to look at each other in dismay.
The elders like Nangong Feng and Nangong Chen, who were experienced and steady, simply frowned, with a hint of confusion in their eyes regarding Qin Yang's actions.
However, the younger generation of the Nangong Clan behind them began to chatter loudly.
"Isn't this kid supposed to break the array? Why is he sitting down?"
"Could he be meditating, trying to think of a way to open the array?"
"..."
"Hmph, putting on a show, does he think sitting here for a while will break the array?"
Nangong Yunfeng, having suffered at Qin Yang's hands, certainly did not hold him in high regard, and snorted coldly as he spoke.
"Perhaps it's a Daoist technique, just murmuring something in front of the array and it opens."
