Ning Daoran dispersed the Small Cloud Mist Array, allowing the Great Elder to step into the courtyard.
Late at night, the living room on the first floor of the bamboo building was dimly lit by warm candlelight.
"Nephew Ning, this Isolation Array…"
The Great Elder glanced at the Small Cloud Mist Array, his words laced with implication.
Ning Daoran immediately activated two spells, and in an instant, clouds and mist soared upward, once again enveloping the entire small courtyard.
The Great Elder inwardly praised its clarity—this kid really was quite the clever one.
"I wonder why Master Uncle has chosen to visit Qiongbi Peak so late at night?"
Ning Daoran was equally perplexed, as his relationship with the Great Elder had always been shallow.
Although the Great Elder was Lin Sheng's master, his interactions with Ning Daoran were limited to a polite nod and smile at the Foundation Establishment banquet.
"Nephew Ning, well…"
