"Mm. I'll consider this matter slowly later. Though those two girls' magical power is low, they're clever and quick-witted. They should be able to help me in quite a few places."
At this point, Lin Xuan closed his eyes, sank his divine sense into the Jade Slip, and continued comprehending the secret art he had obtained from the Ink Moon Tribe.
Seeing this, Yue'er obediently said no more and likewise began meditating.
No matter what, increasing strength was the most important thing.
At the same time, the two Core Condensation Realm elders also returned to their own cave residence.
"Senior Brother, are there really no problems? Lin Xuan suddenly came here—could he discover our secret?" the female cultivator named Cao Yue asked, her fine brows slightly furrowed, her face full of worry.
"Hmph, it is hateful indeed. We finally managed to get rid of that Zheng fellow, and who would have thought the Young Sect Master would come too?" Zhou Mian gritted his teeth, his face filled with a ferocious look.
"Why don't we do the same thing to him and..." Cao Yue stopped there, killing intent covering her still-pretty face. Though she did not finish, the meaning she wanted to express was already very clear.
"No." Zhou Mian shook his head. "Lin Xuan isn't like that Zheng fellow. After all, he's the prized disciple of that old fellow Tong Yu and our sect's young master. If we do that, it will be far too easy to beat the grass and startle the snake."
"But with him here, we have no way to send those low-level disciples to the Venerable for the blood sacrifice. What if..."
"I understand the situation you're talking about, but since an accident has occurred, there's nothing we can do. We can only go and