Elsewhere.
Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the sacrificial platform ahead.
As for the empty Offering Table, whether what had once been placed upon it was truly the sacred object of the True Spirit clan was now difficult to verify, with affairs changing and time passing. But after reaching this place with such difficulty, Lin Xuan naturally would not give up on searching for clues.
He released his divine sense and searched the area inch by inch, not letting a single suspicious point slip by.
Yet things did not go smoothly. A long time passed, and still he discovered nothing at all.
Even with Lin Xuan's shrewdness, a flicker of impatience could not help flashing through his heart.
One could not eat hot tofu in a hurry; he naturally understood that principle.
However, this was a place of right and wrong where one should not linger long, and yet it was so absurdly quiet here. How could Lin Xuan not feel doubts stirring in his heart?
Where were those powerful dead souls? Why had not a single one appeared so far?
If he encountered a danger or two, Lin Xuan might actually feel a little more at ease.
But ever since he had stepped onto that strange stairway, the surroundings had become quiet to an extreme. On the surface, the journey had been smooth all the way, but the cloud of doubt in Lin Xuan's heart would not disperse.
Suddenly, without the slightest warning, Lin Xuan took a step back, his face turning deathly pale in an instant. The feeling he gave off was as though, without realizing it, he had suffered a heavy loss.
"Young Master, what's wrong?"
Yue'er immediately noticed something amiss. Her face filled with vigilance as she flew to his side and spoke with