Everyone present had already witnessed this scene. They were no longer surprised and instead turned their gaze towards Bai Mo and the White Gloves.
The White Gloves squatted at the feet of the master, leaning against the master's leg, its eyes wide open and mouth slightly agape.
What is that? A puppet? Where did it go?
Bai Mo pondered for a moment.
"Is it an array? An illusion array? A blinding technique?"
His divine sense had already penetrated this array, revealing the real scene behind it in the dead end. He sighed inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged.
He instructed his fox disciple, "Go give it a try. Use your claw to tentatively move forward."
With the master present, the White Gloves feared nothing, so it held its front paw outstretched, using its claw to probe the way, and moved towards the depths of the dead end.
Suddenly, its claws seemed to strike an invisible water curtain, causing the air to ripple in rings.
