Under the Palace-Robed Woman's guidance, Lin Xuan entered the Xianyun Sect's main headquarters directly. The place was ringed by mountains, and after they crossed a suspension bridge shrouded in mist, the scenery before his eyes changed abruptly.
Ahead, the view suddenly opened wide. Birds sang and flowers bloomed everywhere, and houses of every size, pavilions, terraces, towers, and halls were beyond counting. There were also great numbers of Devil Race members, most of them wearing tense expressions.
Clearly, as low-ranking Ancient Demons left behind to guard the headquarters, they still did not know how the battle at the front had turned out.
The Palace-Robed Woman did not delay, bringing Lin Xuan straight to a beautiful valley.
The valley was not very large, occupying only a dozen or so li in circumference, yet the density of its spiritual energy far surpassed many other places.
"Senior—oh, no... Martial Uncle, what do you think of the environment here? Is it still pleasing to your discerning eye?" Moling asked respectfully.
"This place was originally the secluded cultivation ground of two Martial Uncles. Ever since they unexpectedly passed away, it has remained abandoned..."
"Oh?" A look of surprise appeared on Lin Xuan's face. "Are those two fellow Daoists' Cultivation Caves also here?"
"Of course. This disciple was just about to ask Martial Uncle whether you intend to open up a new cultivation cave, or directly use one of the two Martial Uncles' former caves," the woman said respectfully.
"I'll open up a new one!" Lin Xuan hesitated slightly, then spoke in this manner.
"Very well. Then tonight, Martial Uncle will have to suffer a little and rest for one night at the Guest Pavilion."
"No need. I can open up the cultivation cave myself."
Lin Xuan was thoroughly familiar with this sort of thing, so