Zhang Deming's brow furrowed at the words. 'So strange. An area cordoned off where it doesn't rain... why does that sound like an Array?'
'But I haven't found any trace of an Array on my way here.'
'The area of a town isn't that large. It shouldn't be a One-Star Array, the kind a Tai Chi Cultivator would encounter.'
'And if it were Apprentice Tier, there's no way I wouldn't have sensed a single trace of it, right?'
"Are you crazy?"
As Zhang Deming was lost in thought, a voice interrupted him.
Zhang Deming turned his head in surprise. He saw that the bride, who had just been set down by a few guards, had ripped off her own red veil and was walking straight toward him.
Evidently, she was the one who had just called him crazy.
'Oh, for fu—'
'I freaking saved you! Forget a thank you—I was only doing it for the mission, not for you anyway.'
