Clearly, Feng Wu and his people walked into the guesthouse openly.
Yet, the guards around them were each trapped in an illusion without realizing it. In their eyes, everything seemed calm and peaceful.
No unexpected events occurred.
"It's about time!"
Watching as Feng Wu and the others had all entered the guesthouse.
Shu Fan finally turned, giving Ye Qinzhen a knowing look.
They exchanged nods and simultaneously altered the original spell.
The illusion remained the same, as if nothing had changed. However, the hint of magical aura that leaked during the spell change was enough to alert those inside the guesthouse to a problem.
"What is this?"
Inside the guesthouse.
There were only four emissaries responsible for delivering gifts for the Great Qian.
Perhaps they thought, having traveled back and forth so many times, nothing unexpected would happen, so they didn't bring many people. The strongest among them was just a Fifth Grade mage.
"The aura of magic!"
