"I want to use the Purple Heart Earth Fire." Lin Xuan's calm voice reached his ears.
"The Purple Heart Earth Fire?" The cultivator froze, and then his expression became even more respectful. Anyone who would request earth fire of such high quality would at least be a Dongxuan Realm cultivator. To him, that was naturally an existence far beyond his reach.
"This disciple understands. However, Grandmaster must surely know as well that the Purple Heart Earth Fire is extremely rare, appearing only once every three hundred years. Unfortunately, there are only two rooms capable of drawing on that earth fire. With too many monks and too little porridge, many grandmasters within the sect are all waiting in line to use it, so..."
"We have to compare sect contributions, correct?"
"So Grandmaster already knows. That makes things simple. Follow this corridor, and at the end there is a stone chamber. Inside, there are people specially responsible for reviewing the sect contribution values of the various grandmasters." The young cultivator's respectful voice reached his ears. As he spoke, he kept stealing glances at Lin Xuan's expression, afraid that he might lose his temper. An existence of this level was not someone he could afford to offend.
"Mm."
Lin Xuan nodded and said no more. Following his directions, he headed toward the corridor.
There was a No-Fly Restriction inside, so he could not fly. He walked for the time it took to brew a cup of tea before finally seeing the end, where a stone door came into view.
On the surface of the stone door was a layer of pale-blue light curtain, with arcs of lightning of varying thickness wandering across it. The power emitted by this restriction was no small matter.
"Hm?"
A trace of surprise appeared on Lin Xuan's face.