Silas played with his robe for a while and in the end could only shake his head. He felt that there was no need for him to worry so much.
There was not even the slightest bit of trace left on his robe.
This meant that whoever made that formation knew how to control it so that there were no traces left after the formation was used.
This method reminded him of the rank 7 magic warriors who came to make trouble some time ago.
Because this magic warrior was able to control her formation, making it self destruct right after it was used. In this way, no one else would be able to use it and chased after her.
This method was very exquisite and there were not many people who could possibly do this.
He looked at his robe once more time before wearing it and came out of his residence. Coming out of the residence, Silas met with the Black Family Patriarch who had a solemn face.
"Patriarch?" Silas asked, his tone was doubtful.