It wasn't that Zhao Lin didn't want to get Wei Shi out of the Array sooner; the Array was laid out according to the eight trigram positions of a Bagua.
Zhao Lin held the Array Plate, and whichever position he appeared in, the illusion corresponding to that position would immediately disappear.
Just now, Wei Shi and the Fat Cultivator had been in the "Zhen" position together. Zhao Lin had waited until the two separated before entering the Array to pull him out.
"My willpower still isn't strong enough. The Array completely disoriented me. I'm truly ashamed."
Once outside the Array, Wei Shi breathed a sigh of relief and spoke with some self-deprecation.
"Brother Wei, you did well. At least, far better than him."
Zhao Lin said, gesturing toward the inside of the Array.
Wei Shi followed his gesture and looked into the Array. He saw the Fat Cultivator, his face sometimes filled with resentment, other times contorted with rage, as he charged about like a headless fly.
