Wei Ling's magic treasure can only be used for reconnaissance, allowing him to see distant events unnoticed, similar to Chu Zhixian's Da Ji Ancient Mirror.
Unfortunately, this treasure doesn't transmit sound, so he can only guess at Yuan Ming's discussions with others based on the expressions of the tiny figures formed by the liquid.
"Just this information isn't enough to report," Wei Ling muttered hesitantly.
As he debated whether to inform Wang Fulong, he saw the liquid figure representing Yuan Ming suddenly look up, giving him a knowing smile, as if meeting his gaze.
Wei Ling was stunned, his heart racing, and just as he wanted to act, a thick azure-gray root burst from the ground and pierced his body.
Wei Ling was terrified, ready to leap into action.
At that moment, Yuan Ming's icy voice echoed in his ear.
"Do not move!"
Accompanied by Yuan Ming's voice, a mysterious power enveloped Wei Ling, silencing all sounds around him, leaving only a profound silence.
