This formation could not stop him. The hard part was how to get in without gods or ghosts knowing.
Lin Xuan frowned in thought, but for the moment, what clever plan could there be?
Seeing that he had gained nothing, Lin Xuan closed his eyes and released his immensely powerful divine sense.
With the strength of his divine sense now, as long as the other party was not a cultivator of the same rank, even if Lin Xuan forcibly eavesdropped on their sound-transmission conversation, he would not be discovered.
And so, within a hundred-li radius, from buildings large and small, all kinds of voices entered his ears. Lin Xuan began to listen carefully.
The process was not easy. Lin Xuan had to find the one piece useful to him amid the tangled, complicated, ever-changing information.
Suddenly, his expression shifted.
A rather rough voice suddenly entered his ears.
"Senior Brother Ye, how did it go? Did the other party agree or not? As long as we can save Junior Sister, I, Cheng, am willing to pay any price. Just how did the guard of Hundred Flowers Garden reply to you?"
At this point, how could Lin Xuan not be overjoyed? He hurriedly gathered all of his divine sense. Let alone the other party's voice, even their appearances were fully laid bare.
They were two middle-aged cultivators in their thirties, sitting in the reception hall of a cultivation cave. The man on the left wore a Confucian robe; his dress was somewhat like that of a mortal scholar, yet his features were extremely ordinary and not eye-catching at all.
As for the one on the right, he was tall and sturdy, with an appearance of capable shrewdness.
Several layers of restrictions had been arranged around the cultivation cave, among them effects specially