The white-haired youth silently infused the magic pattern into Chen Xiyuan's body using the crumbling grand array of the museum.
Li Zhiyuan was busy pacing the grid at the time, paving the way for Chen Xiyuan's escape, and only discovered it when he later examined Chen Xiyuan's body.
But no matter how concealed the actions of the white-haired youth were, they couldn't be hidden from one person, and that person was Zhao Yi, who personally set up the museum's grand array and controlled the array eye.
Therefore, Li Zhiyuan knew that tonight, Zhao Yi would definitely follow.
As for how he would come, whether through transactional interests, genuine emotions, or forming a small clique, it didn't matter.
Zhao Yi knew that he had saved Chen Xiyuan, and he witnessed himself being carried away by Chen Xiyuan.
If he didn't come tonight, it would mean that the previous tacit understanding and trust were completely nullified.
