Pei Qian sent an Inner Voice: "Master, one Jade Purity and two Golden Cores."
Because the "Master" beside her was merely one of nine clones, limited by the grade of the talisman material and lacking sufficient martial arts cultivation, Pei Qian had become her master's eyes and ears.
Chen Ping'an kept his eyes straight ahead, let out a full belch, leaned against his chair, and likewise used Sound Gathering to tease, "Then they truly are Dragons Crossing the River."
Pei Qian asked doubtfully, "Cultivators passing through while traveling afar?"
Chen Ping'an said, "Most likely Sect Master Lu's handiwork."
Pei Qian nodded. A shit-stirring stick, then.
She had actually noticed the movements of Xiang Jun and the other two long ago. From the moment they entered Fenwan Mansion, Pei Qian had begun paying attention to the weight of their footsteps and the length of their breaths. By the time the three Dao Cultivators appeared in a corner corridor of the circular banquet hall, even their altered faces and disguises were nothing but Illusion Techniques in Pei Qian's eyes.
Pei Qian merely glanced at them a few times before seeing the scenes within that Upper Five Realms female Daoist's state of mind. It was rather strange: an endless, incomparably vast and empty Patriarch Hall, where a slender young girl, tiny as a mustard seed, gazed ahead at the back of a Daoist priest towering like a mountain. That figure held incense in both hands, smoke curling upward as though reaching heaven itself, and was paying respects to the sole hanging portrait of a Patriarch. The portrait depicted a young Daoist priest. This hanging portrait could be called a "grand masterpiece." The Daoist priest within possessed a heaven-supporting, earth-standing majesty, making the Daoist priest who had originally seemed as immense as a mountain