His expression made him seem even more anxious than Lin Xuan, the person actually concerned.
And that was indeed the case. One had to know that although the Xianyun Sect had also been passed down from ancient times, it had always been a small household of a sect. After all these years, it had never produced a single mighty existence.
Although Lin Xuan's experience of joining the sect had been rather strange and winding, no matter what, he was still the sect's Supreme Elder. If he could successfully advance, the sect's prosperity would no longer be a dream; there would be great hope for it.
"Not bad. What your Eldest Senior Brother said makes sense. Right now, we are utterly without a clue about a Spirit Vein, so there is no need for you to have any scruples. Even if there is something inappropriate in what you say, we can all discuss it together." Lin Xuan's voice entered her ears, carrying a touch of gentleness and encouragement.
"All right. Since Martial Uncle says so, then this niece will speak frankly. I have indeed thought of one place: Spirit Source Valley in the far west of Tianhe Province," the Palace-Robed Woman slowly said.
"Spirit Source Valley?"
The fat man and the middle-aged man's expressions changed dramatically, while Lin Xuan looked completely at a loss. Although he had read some ancient books, his understanding of this world was, after all, far inferior to that of Ancient Demons born and raised here.
What exactly was this Spirit Source Valley? Lin Xuan truly did not know. Why were the three of them wearing such peculiar expressions? What hidden secret lay behind this?
Lin Xuan was puzzled inwardly, but on the surface he remained calm. His lips parted slightly as he asked the three demons