Ling Tianyu surveyed the grand hall; it was no different from the halls of ordinary forces, but it was exquisitely crafted, especially in the carvings.
"This carving technique looks very familiar." Ling Tianyu suddenly looked at the engravings on the hall's stone pillars; he had seen this carving method before, and it was so familiar to him.
"The Yila Sanshen Method." Ling Tianyu stroked the carved images, feeling a different sensation—not only different but also emanating a chilling touch.
"This is the same carving method my master taught me." Ling Tianyu recalled that the Yila Sanshen Method belonged only to his bloodline, and seeing it here, could it be related to the person he was supposed to meet?
But no one associated with his master seemed to be around anymore.
Ling Tianyu was puzzled; if there were other forces until now, his master would certainly have informed him, not waited until now.
It was definitely not his master's force, but someone else unknown to him.
