Lin Xuan swept the area with his divine sense. They were two deep-yellow robes, identical to the clothes Duan San wore. After changing into them, the two transformed with a shake of their bodies and also became disciples of Heavenly Eye Mountain.
The sect had several thousand cultivators. Presumably, no matter how vast that Elder Liu's abilities were, it was impossible for him to know every single one of them. Following behind Duan San, the two arrived at the most magnificent pavilion.
Outside the pavilion was a pale-blue light curtain. Duan San flipped his palm and took out a waist token, pressing it against the light curtain.
The blue light parted to both sides, revealing a passage wide enough for a person to pass through.
Duan San knocked on the door. "Martial Uncle Liu, it's me."
Yet there was no movement inside. Still, the three of them were quite patient, and no anxiety showed on their faces as they simply waited outside.
Another moment passed.
"Come in!" A rather aged voice drifted out, faint and indistinct.
Lin Xuan and Tian Xiaojian exchanged a glance, both revealing solemn expressions. After all, the one they were about to face was an expert who had reached great completion of the Golden Core. Though they had already made their calculations, now that the matter was upon them, they were still somewhat nervous.
They followed Duan San into the room.
Lin Xuan swept it with his divine sense. The room was rather spacious, roughly two hundred square meters, and the furnishings were exquisite to the extreme. But what drew the eye was the dining table, where cups and plates lay in utter disarray. Clearly, someone had been feasting heartily not long ago. It seemed Duan San had not lied; this Elder Liu was indeed exceedingly