"Get up!"
Just as they stood there utterly at a loss, Lin Xuan's warm voice entered their ears, calm and even, seemingly without the slightest trace of anger or blame.
The cultivators let out a breath of relief, then respectfully bowed once more before carefully raising their heads.
"You are disciples of Ethereal Immortal Palace?"
Lin Xuan looked at the cultivator standing to his left.
"Yes. This junior is a steward of Ethereal Immortal Palace."
The Palace-Robed Cultivator gave a graceful curtsy, her face betraying nothing, yet deep down, she was weighing the meaning behind his words.
"Ah!"
Lin Xuan sighed. "Back when Lingxu True Person was alive, how flourishing Ethereal Immortal Palace was. I never thought that in a short hundred years, it would have fallen to this state."
"Senior knew Elder Lingxu?"
The Palace-Robed Cultivator froze, then delight appeared on her face.
The other party was very likely a cultivator above Spirit Division. If he truly was a friend of their late Great Elder, then they would not have to worry today.
The other disciples of Ethereal Immortal Palace were not fools either. After their initial shock, looks of hope and delight appeared on their faces one after another!
As for Old Devil Jia at the side, he was the complete opposite. His expression changed wildly, and the look showing in his eyes was entirely fear and worry.
At that moment, he almost wanted to flee. Yet after a brief hesitation, he still remained where he was. Right now, this was only conjecture. What if this mysterious cultivator had no kindness toward Ethereal Immortal Palace, and instead bore a grudge? Wouldn't his act of fleeing be far too foolish?
He would wait a little longer before deciding. Unfortunately, in the very next moment, the single thread of hope