Upon hearing the news, Master was frantic and hurried over. The marks of time were clearly visible on his weathered face, yet his imposing bearing had not diminished in the slightest. His brows were tightly furrowed like two mountain peaks, and his deep eyes resembled bottomless abysses, as though they could pierce through every illusion in the world.
Master slowly looked around, his gaze sweeping over every corner as if he intended to take in everything before him. He pondered inwardly, Where had this strange aura come from? Was it the lingering aftermath of the mysterious Shadow Figure's power from that earth-shaking battle years ago? Had those forces been buried by the long passage of time, only to ripple to the surface at some unguarded moment? Or was another unknown Evil Forces lurking in the darkness, quietly gathering strength and plotting to shatter the hard-won peace?
Just as everyone was discussing the matter in anxious unease, a clear yet resolute voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence. The crowd turned toward it and saw the youngest disciple step forward, volunteering to investigate the source of the strange aura alone. His youthful face was filled with determination and courage, while his bright eyes gleamed with curiosity and fearlessness toward the unknown.
Master stared at the youngest disciple, a complicated emotion flashing through his eyes—worry, relief, and a trace of reluctance. Yet in the end, he slowly nodded in agreement. He personally placed a protective talisman on the youngest disciple. Master had painstakingly refined this talisman over many years, and it contained powerful Magic Power that could protect the youngest disciple at a critical moment.
Carrying Master's earnest expectations and his fellow disciples' heartfelt blessings, the youngest disciple resolutely set out on this path to uncover the truth, a journey filled with