My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange

"Don’t make a sound, just watch."

Yao Wenxuan was about to speak up to intervene when Old Ghost Tong in his mind beat him to it, fully concentrating on Wang Zijia’s actions.

What Yao Wenxuan saw was an exchange between two idiots, but from Old Ghost Tong’s perspective, it was a communication between two old monsters with absolute confidence in their own methods, each believing they held the upper hand.

It was essentially an attitude of, "I know you have something up your sleeve, but that’s okay. As long as you dare to come at me, your tricks will likely be useless."

In the end, Yao Wenxuan just opened his mouth but then followed suit and simply watched.

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Wang Zijia went to the altar, squatted down, and pressed her hand on the center of the small altar. Her scarlet mana quickly spread, infecting the small white bone altar, and gradually extended downwards.

Just as the old man had said, the core of this altar was meant for internal use and didn’t have strong resistance externally, at least for someone with the cultivation level of Wang Zijia, who could barely infiltrate it with all her might.

This was a common weakness, or rather a characteristic, of many seals!

As the scarlet mana spread, the eerie silence around them deepened, and the elder struggled to contain his excitement.

"Hmph!"