"Mazetrace Ghost Gate Formation?!"
Upon hearing Luo Xiu's words, many in the audience stared in shock, their mouths agape.
Among the crowd, Xia Chan and Yang Zhilu exchanged a glance, their expressions turning solemn. Although the two were not experts in formations, they had heard of the Mazetrace Ghost Gate Formation. It was said to be a formation handed down from ancient times, one that no one had managed to solve to this day.
Master Zheng's complexion also turned rather grim. If it was truly the Mazetrace Ghost Gate Formation as Luo Xiu claimed, he had to admit he would never find the correct path. The formation's pathways were ever-changing; finding the single correct route was like looking for a needle in a haystack!
Just the thought of a young bookworm like Luo Xiu recognizing this formation irked him. He suddenly smirked disdainfully and asked Luo Xiu, "And how did Dr. Chen determine that this is the Mazetrace Ghost Gate Formation?"
