"Fellow Daoist, there is a hall ahead. Please wait in the hall for two days. On the fifteenth of this month, someone will naturally appear to meet you."
Just as Qin Fengming entered the passage, that muffled voice rang out again. After saying this, it fell silent once more.
"Thank you for the guidance, Fellow Daoist." Qin Fengming replied, then moved with a flash and sped deeper into the passage.
The passage was not very deep. After the time it took to finish a cup of tea, a hall appeared before Qin Fengming, its polished stone walls glowing with the gentle radiance of luminous stones.
The hall was more than a dozen zhang high and spacious beyond measure. Luminous stones were embedded in the rocks all around and overhead. Quite a few exotic flowers and rare plants grew around the hall, including no shortage of spirit herbs several hundred years old.
The mere presence of these spirit herbs revealed how extraordinary Dark Silence Hall was.
In the center of the hall stood three Eight Immortals tables carved from unknown jade. At these three tables, more than a dozen cultivators sat upright, their faces obscured.
Most of these cultivators had concealed their auras and appearances, either with secret arts or treasures capable of masking their presence. They sat separately around the three tables without exchanging a word.
Although everyone had concealed their auras, nothing could escape Qin Fengming's formidable divine sense. He saw everything clearly.
When Qin Fengming entered the hall, everyone opened their eyes and swept their gazes over him. Seeing that Qin Fengming had not concealed his true appearance, several of them were slightly startled, but they quickly withdrew their gazes and ignored him completely.
Qin Fengming went to an Eight Immortals table occupied by only three people. He