"Greetings, Martial Uncle." The five of them bowed together.
"Mm." Ouyang Qinxin nodded. "Have the other junior brothers and sisters returned yet?"
"No. The martial uncles are still outside searching for the Taibai thief." The woman at their head answered carefully. Her looks were ordinary, yet she gave off a soul-snaring, spirit-stealing feeling; the cultivation method she practiced was probably related to charm arts.
However, Lin Xuan's cultivation far surpassed hers, and the strength of his divine sense could not be mentioned in the same breath as hers. Thus, he was only slightly surprised and was not affected in the least.
Although Azure Cloud Mountain was a famous great sect, the cultivation methods within the sect embraced all things. According to the differing aptitudes of its disciples, they taught each according to their talent, and there was no especially distinctive inherited cultivation method.
This point was often criticized by quite a few sects, but it was precisely this method of gathering the strengths of a hundred schools that had created Azure Cloud Mountain's present might.
"Still searching?" A trace of worry appeared on Ouyang Qinxin's face. "Hui Jing, send out a Sound Transmission Talisman. Say that the Taibai thief has already been executed, and the disciples outside may return."
"What? Zhang Taibai has already fallen? Could it be that Martial Uncle..." the woman called Hui Jing began in considerable surprise.
"You ask too much!" Ouyang Qinxin's expression chilled, and she gave her a cold look.
"Yes. This disciple knows her mistake."
Hui Jing hurriedly lowered her head, and the other cultivators became even more silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to speak rashly. Ouyang Qinxin was not only a Core Condensation elder, but her status was also so high that even the sect master senior uncle would often yield