Chapter 869

After several tense moments of silence, Andrew opened his eyes, a sharp glint of determination flickering in them. He had pinpointed the location of the array's core. Without hesitation, he began walking toward it, his steps purposeful and firm. He knew the only way to escape this illusion was to disable the array's core. Meanwhile, atop the Spirit Peak, in a small, unassuming thatched hut, two elderly men sat across from each other at a worn wooden table. The room was filled with the warm aroma of freshly brewed tea, and their conversation carried the easy rhythm of old friends catching up. Suddenly, one of the men placed his teacup down with a crisp clink. Surprise flashed across his face. "Well, well, this young lad's got some skills. He's managed to figure out my mirage array," he remarked, a mix of admiration and curiosity in his tone. His companion raised an eyebrow, setting his own cup down with deliberate care. His voice carried a note of caution. "Don't overdo it, Genevie.