Before his eyes, a stream of light shot into the sky, sweeping aside layer upon layer of clouds and lingering without fading for a long while.
Could that be the Secret Treasure Land Mu Tu had mentioned?
He had not forgotten why he had come here this time.
Never mind. He would go over and take a look first.
Chen Wen took a deep breath, then turned to Leng Qingshuang. "Sister Shuang, sorry for the trouble with this talisman formation."
"Simple enough."
Leng Qingshuang answered and raised her hand, striking the talisman formation with her palm.
Crack, boom!
With that single palm strike, the talisman formation shattered at once.
"Then, will you come with me next?"
Chen Wen looked at Leng Qingshuang.
"As before, I'll protect you from the shadows."
Leng Qingshuang spoke directly.
"All right."
Chen Wen said no more and shot toward the source of the light.
Before long, he came to a stop.
What entered his sight was a group of elders from the Three Great Powers gathered before an entrance.
It was obvious that this entrance had only just opened and was clearly connected to the stream of light that had shot into the sky earlier.
It seemed Mu Tu had not lied to him about that.
Chen Wen's arrival drew the elders' attention.
Facing the gazes cast his way, Chen Wen walked out openly and without restraint.
"This is not a place for disciples like you. Go elsewhere."
At that moment, an old man spoke.
This man was the Grand Elder of the Ximen Clan, Ximen Yunshan.
It seemed Mu Tu had not told him the truth on this point.
That talk of letting disciples come over to join the excitement had merely been Mu Tu's excuse for luring him here.
That thought flashed through