Chapter 1767: Ten Witch Bloodseal

Xiushen Liang lifted a hand and pointed near the roots of the Exile-Immortal Tree, his face etched with disbelief. "There's a pattern here. And it's almost exactly the same as one of the patterns on that wooden doorframe." Volt Williams and the others froze, then leaned in to study it. Sure enough, a design lay near the roots. Its marks were so faint they were nearly washed away, and it gave off no aura at all. Without careful scrutiny, no one would have noticed it. "Volt Williams, there's a pattern...