Hidden Tunnel Behind the Mountain

The mental link had been severed?

Jiang Fan had originally split off a strand of his mental will and attached it to the Head Seat.

But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that strand of mental will had actually been isolated outside the pavilion.

Jiang Fan immediately grew interested at the sight.

"Now this mechanism is interesting!"

"Not only can it lead to different spaces, it can also block mental detection!"

"They must have spent quite a bit of effort building it!"

"Looks like this really is the Nether Cult's lair!"

"I just wonder... why did the Head Seat hurry back to the headquarters after ending the lecture? Is something wrong?"

While Jiang Fan was secretly guessing,

deep in the rear mountain, atop a grand hall,

the Head Seat hurried inside.

On either side of the hall, two rows of Martial Arts Masters stood in formation.

Upon the high seat, a middle-aged man dressed in loose white linen Cultivator robes sat casually.

He was thin and frail, with a calm, mild face.

He looked exceedingly amiable.

Yet he kept all the Level 10-plus Martial Arts Masters below from daring to relax in the slightest.

"Divine Master!"

"Something has happened!"

The Head Seat endured the auras of the Martial Arts Masters on either side, hurried forward, and fell to her knees before the high seat.

The middle-aged man in the seat set down his teacup and slowly raised his head.

"Oh?"

"What happened?"

The Head Seat pursed her lips.

"Just now, a young man broke into our Zen Heart Villa!"

"I think there's something wrong with him!"

The Divine Master's expression seemed unchanged since time immemorial.

"Tell me about it!"

"What did you find suspicious?"

The Head Seat furrowed her brow and thought for a moment.

"First of all, it