"Master, I think I have found the way out," Shan Yifeng called, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.
Ace's eyes remained glued to the system screen for a moment longer, the lines of data flickering ominously.
Then, with a quiet sigh, he shook his head.
"Still too weak for this… Heh, would be just my luck if this was what Red I had in mind for me."
he muttered to himself with a dry chuckle.
Turning his gaze back to Shan Yifeng, he asked, "How long will it take?"
"Just a minute, Master. Trust me."
With practiced ease, Shan Yifeng reached into his spatial ring and drew out a paintbrush, its handle was wrapped in fine gold, and he also took out a set of talismans shimmering with faint spiritual energy.
Next he took out a spirit stone which he also placed it down carefully at the center of the space before him.
In one fluid motion, he began to draw a formation around it, each brushstroke precise and filled with intent.
