"Indeed. When the Great Elder saw me that day, that was exactly what he said..."
The Bearded Man nodded, but before he could finish speaking, the rumbling sound of a stone door opening reached their ears. Then the mist before him churned violently, as if a Flood Dragon were moving inside it.
A moment later, the fog stopped roiling, and a passage roughly ten feet in diameter appeared before their eyes.
"The Great Elder has come out of seclusion."
With a rush, all the cultivators crowded over. There were more than twenty of them in all. As expected of the number-one sect-clan of this realm, its foundation was deep to an almost unimaginable degree.
Lingxu True Person strode out from within.
Needless to say, this was naturally Lin Xuan's disguise technique at work.
"Why are all of you gathered here? Did I not tell you to wait for me in Ask Immortal Pavilion?"
Lingxu True Person's complexion still looked very weak, but compared with when he had first returned to the sect, he was clearly much better. His dignified, slightly indifferent voice entered their ears.
At this moment, if Lin Xuan said he was not nervous at all, that would obviously be a lie. There were so many Spirit Division-level cultivators present, and he was deep inside the other party's sect. If his identity were exposed and they activated layer upon layer of restrictions, with neither the timing, the terrain, nor the people on his side, and with him alone against many, it would be a strange thing indeed if he did not perish.
Never mind him—even Mystic Ice Ancestor, a Tribulation Transcendence-stage expert, if he were in Lin Xuan's place, whether he could escape alive after his identity was discovered would still be hard to say.
However... dangerous it