Only one hoary-bearded old man survived by luck and was brought before Lin Xuan.
"Humph. Does using the Soul Searching Technique require me to do it personally? Any of you can check him and see if you can find any useful clues." Lin Xuan raised his head, a trace of displeasure on his face.
"Yes, disciple will respectfully obey Martial Uncle's orders."
The fat Ancient Demon answered with a beaming smile. When he turned his head, the expression on his face had already been replaced by ferocity. He lifted one hand and sucked the old man into his palm. Radiance flared brightly, and only after the time it took to drink a cup of tea did he raise his head again. As for the unlucky fellow whose soul he had searched, he had already turned into a wisp of gray smoke in the firelight.
"Reporting to Martial Uncle, I did not find any useful clues."
He spoke cautiously, while secretly glancing at Lin Xuan's expression.
"Humph, that's nothing."
Lin Xuan did not get angry. A mere disciple out patrolling the mountain—what important clues could he possibly possess? Lin Xuan had ordered the Soul Searching Technique used only in the hope of the one chance in ten thousand.
"Martial Uncle, then what do we do now..."
"Need that even be said? We simply fight our way to their door."
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. Startling Rainbow rose around him, and he continued flying forward. But he did not fly far before he was stopped outside by the Sect Protection Array.
A layer of light curtain entered his sight, with milky-white demonic mist flickering in and out of view.
"Humph. This formation isn't bad, but thinking it can stop me with just this is far too