Crack, crack.
The stone door slowly opened.
"Patriarch?!"
The two disciples dozing at the entrance jolted awake, delight appearing on their faces. Last time Chen Luo had left the sect, the ordinary disciples had not been informed. In their eyes, the Old Ancestor had been in cultivation seclusion within the Secret Chamber for the past five years.
"Have Tang Hai and the others come see me."
Chen Luo stepped out onto the platform.
A cold wind mixed with moisture swept over him, carrying the fresh fragrance of mountain soil that soothed the heart and spleen.
"Yes."
The two gatekeeping disciples immediately acknowledged the order. One of them quickly flew down the mountain.
The torrential rain continued. Tang Hai had thought of many methods, yet none could disperse the downpour. The unease in his heart grew even stronger, and he even began to suspect that this was the enemy's doing.
"Why can't the rain be dispersed?"
Hu Xi withdrew her hand, her expression matching Tang Hai's. She had also tried to disperse the rainwater just now, but her divine ability had achieved very little. Even forcibly dispersing the Cumulonimbus Clouds was useless; before long, they would form again. Her divine ability could affect the rain and cloud layer, but it could not eliminate them completely. Unless the two of them remained here without interruption to disperse the rain, but that was clearly unrealistic.
Just as the two worried, a streak of light flew down from the mountain peak.
"Sect Leader, the Patriarch has emerged from seclusion!"
Upon seeing the two of them, the gatekeeping disciple immediately spoke up to report.
"Patriarch?"
Tang Hai's heart jolted, followed by immense delight.
Without caring about Hu Xi or the messenger disciple beside him, he was the first to fly toward the mountain. Hu Xi