Of course, inwardly, they had already reached a state of indescribable shock. The two of them had known Tongyu for a hundred years, yet even in their dreams, they would never have imagined he had such a profoundly capable beloved disciple.
They swallowed, naturally not daring to open their mouths and spout nonsense at will.
Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the three of them, and in the end, it still came to rest on the face of his former master. His brows furrowed slightly, and his expression turned uncertain, shifting between cloud and sun.
"Brother Lin, why are you doing this?"
Perfected Master Tongyu was startled, and a trace of surprise could not help flashing across his face.
"Fellow Daoist has been afflicted by a strange poison. Could it be that you yourself don't know?"
Lin Xuan's voice entered their ears, carrying neither joy nor anger, but Tongyu and the other two were shocked pale. Immediately after, however, expressions of delight appeared on their faces.
"Senior's eyes are indeed as bright as torches. It is not only Tongyu—this Old Monk and Fellow Daoist Long have likewise been afflicted by a strange poison. Otherwise, we would not have come to this Asura Gate." A somewhat low voice entered their ears; it was the Old Monk at the side who could not hold back from speaking. As he spoke, he carefully observed Lin Xuan's expression. His eyes were half open and half closed, yet a faint gleam of hope flickered within them.
"Oh?"
Hearing him say this, Lin Xuan lifted his chin. "As for the true reason, I will still have to ask you for guidance, Master."
"Senior, you are far too courteous. I would not dare call it guidance. This is merely an adventurous experience the three of us went through.