After Lin Xuan said this, he released his divine sense. The pavilion where the youth surnamed Long lived was right beside his own. Though it was also protected by restrictions, if Lin Xuan truly wanted to send his divine sense inside, what use could such defensive measures possibly have?
Very soon, he had his answer. There was no one in the pavilion. It seemed Senior Brother Long had gone out. He had said he was going to gather several kinds of materials and treasures. Though there would be an auction tomorrow, they could not place all their hopes on that. Now that large numbers of cultivators had poured into this place, private exchange meetings were being held in full swing, and quite a few treasures would appear there as well. Senior Brother Long had most likely gone to attend one.
As these thoughts turned through his mind, Lin Xuan withdrew his divine sense.
Then he reached out and patted his waist. A Sound Transmission Talisman flew out. Lin Xuan pressed it to his forehead and softly spoke a few words. With a sweep of his sleeve, the Sound Transmission Talisman turned into a Fire Dragon and flew into the light screen ahead.
"All right, Master, please lead the way."
"Amitabha. Benefactor, simply follow this old monk closely."
Jingkong pressed his palms together, and in his heart he could not help admiring Lin Xuan's bearing. If their positions were reversed, he would never possess Lin Xuan's fine ability to nurture his composure.
This lad not only had outstanding cultivation, but his state of mind had also been tempered to an enviable degree. Was this truly the waves behind on the Yangtze driving on those before?
Seas turned to mulberry fields, tides rose and fell. With this lad, it was almost within