Inside the manor, Wang Teng returned to his chamber and found his clone seated cross-legged on the bed. He sighed with relief, realizing that no one had come looking for him during his absence.
He then proceeded to stow away the clone and settled himself on the bed, legs crossed, once again retrieving that mysterious and terrifying beast skin.
Wang Teng gazed at the skin with lingering trepidation, unable to fathom how such an inconspicuous hide could exude such dreadful energies.
If not for the Nine Treasures Pagoda condensed using a legendary scripture, he might have been in grave danger.
"What was that aura emanating from the Nine Treasures Pagoda just now?"
Wang Teng wondered, his curiosity piqued. He delved his consciousness into his Inner Cosmos, attempting to sense the Nine Treasures Pagoda.
However, the golden tower had already returned to its calm state, revealing nothing discernible.