VILLAGE FESTIVAL PART 2

"Master." Mian Mian materialized from the shadows, her dark form drifting through the air like ink in water.

Mo Xing stared at the array for a moment, his eyes tracing the intricate patterns of spiritual energy that most cultivators would miss entirely. "It's a protective array," he observed, "quite sophisticated actually. It serves multiple purposes—keeping out those with malicious intent while also blocking anyone below martial rank 3 from entering, unless they're specifically protected by the array." His lips curved with that familiar dangerous charm. "Though I must say, maintaining such an extensive array around what appears to be an ordinary village... either they're delightfully paranoid, or they're hiding something rather interesting."

"Master, should we risk entering?" Mian Mian's smoky feathers shifted with concern.