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Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
There weren't many guards in the Rong manor, and at this late hour, the place looked deserted.
However, that didn't mean that the courtyard wasn't well-guarded. After all, it was the residence of Master Rong Yang.
Feng Wu had a pretty good idea what she was facing as soon as she stepped into the manor.
The real guard of the Rong manor was a formation.
The mist in the forest was only a common formation, but the one which guarded the manor was at a far more advanced level.
As a master in refining, Master Rong Yang had a much better understanding of formations than most people in the Junwu Empire, but fortunately –
Feng Wu had been studying formations since she was little, and her beautiful master was a truly peerless formation master.
Hence, she was confident that she could crack the manor's Lightning Mist Formation.
Feng Wu calculated as she walked, and soon jumped over a wall and landed in the inner courtyard.