South of the city.
Light rain started to fall from the sky, quickly drenching everyone's straw raincoats.
Chen Wen, Zhang Yi, and the other Foundation Establishment Cultivators didn't bother to use their mana to ward off the autumn rain, considering they were Foundation Establishment Experts who had weathered many years of wind and rain, they didn't fuss over it.
Ning Daoran, wearing a green robe, floated down above a prohibition that had just been undone. With a wave of his hand, an Array Plate buried deep underground rustled as it floated up.
The Array Plate was riddled with cracks, and many of the spiritual patterns on the edges had been eroded by time.
"It's worn down quite severely."
Ning Daoran frowned.
"Senior Ning may not be aware,"
