After sizing up each cultivator in the stone room, Lin Xuan closed his eyes and began resting his mind, though inwardly he was rather astonished.
That Tian Xiaojian was actually not here!
Though he did not know exactly what background the boy had, Lin Xuan could be certain of one thing: he was absolutely no ordinary scion of a cultivation clan.
His cultivation was something even Lin Xuan felt somewhat wary of. Logically speaking, there was no way he could fail to return. Just where had something gone strange?
Just as Lin Xuan was secretly pondering this, Zhou Hai's voice rang out. "Very well, three double-hours have passed. Since the other fellow Daoists have yet to return, it seems they perished on the way to search for Wood Spirit Fruits. I am deeply grieved..."
As Zhou Hai spoke, he squeezed out a few tears with false benevolence and fake righteousness, making the cultivators below frown inwardly. The proposal that had made everyone slaughter one another had come from the Heavenly Eye Sect in the first place, yet now he was here like a cat crying over a mouse. However, before Zhou Hai could finish speaking, the teleportation array beside him lit up again.
After a burst of dazzling white light, a figure gradually became clear. Handsome and tall, standing straight as jade—who else could it be but Tian Xiaojian?
Though his appearance was rather bedraggled at the moment, he still wore that grinning, utterly unconcerned expression. He cupped his fists toward the surroundings. "Sorry, sorry. This little brother was delayed by some matters and came back just a bit late."
His glib, oily expression made Zhou Hai choke for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal and stroked his beard with a smile. "Fellow Daoist, you are safe and