Outside the Jiao Long Hall, the clouds were as dark as ink, rolling and surging.
The originally clear sky was instantly devoured by thick black clouds, pressing down menacingly, as if it was about to crush everything in the world into dust.
Ten Jin Mansion Generals stood solemnly like statues, leading numerous Prefecture Generals, surrounding the Jiao Long Hall in an impenetrable formation.
Qin An released his right hand, dispersing the array power flowing at his fingertips, and clenched the hilt of his blade.
Their ability to easily locate the Jiao Long Hall was due not only to Jiao Yue's intelligence, but more so thanks to Qin An's mastery of array techniques.
Without Qin An's array assistance, they estimated it would have taken much more effort.
Many Jin Mansion Generals shifted their gaze away from Qin An, a contemplative look flashing in their eyes.
Tang Zizhen raised an eyebrow slightly, her surprise fleeting, returning to her cold, icy expression.
