Upon entering the Military Hub Hall, Xu Yuan instinctively furrowed his brows, noticing the faint remnants of strange Origin Qi fluctuations lingering in the air.
They were extremely subtle,
like fireflies flickering intermittently in the night, as sensed through the markings.
It didn't resemble an array's energy pulse, but rather, seemed as though someone had been employing spellcraft within these walls.
In theory, the Military Hub Hall should be the safest area within Zhenxi Government Office at the moment, so practicing cultivation or casting spells here was clearly unreasonable.
When facing a Sect Saint, a single misstep could result in total defeat.
Because of this, the disappearance of Tian Yuan and the mysterious Wen Surname Saint, who had yet to make an appearance, kept Xu Yuan in a state of high vigilance.
Standing by the doorway, he focused his senses for a moment. Judging from the residual spell traces, this seemed like a small-scale wind-elemental technique.
