Wang Ke saw a cloud of hazy white smog curling up the middle-level magic weapon in Xu Jingkai's hand. He also saw a trace of white smog wreathing the lines of one kind of Fengshui layouts which he could not recognize. This illusory sense made him have an illusion that his mind was attracted by it.

Wang Ke could see clearly that the white smog above that item was more than ten times thicker than that above the chair in his hand.

"Gee?"

Wang Ke was ...