"Senior!"
"Senior Wuyue!"
At the entrance to the White Robes' main tent in Eight Palaces Town, Chang Yi called out loudly.
"Enter."
A proclamation came from within the tent.
Chang Yi immediately lifted the curtain and stepped inside.
Within the grand tent, the pure-white wooden tables, chairs, and decorations exuded a strange magic, as though they could smooth away every trace of restlessness in one's heart.
Seated in the high chair at the center was the middle-aged swordsman in a pale-blue robe, wiping the famed sword Voice of Nulan with a sword cloth.
Gou Wuyue raised his head and asked, "What is it?"
"It's like this."
Chang Yi felt even his racing heartbeat being soothed. Letting out a breath, he said, "The reconnaissance unit previously detected that Emberglow power."
"Assuming nothing unexpected happened, Wuxiu, Saint Slave's second-in-command, may be nearby to receive them."
"After that, they detected utterly pure water-element energy. In theory, Yu Lingdi, the Spirit Division's chief, may have arrived as well."
"But he vanished!"
"Vanished?" Gou Wuyue's hand paused on the sword. "What happened?"
"We don't know."
Chang Yi shook his head. "The reconnaissance unit couldn't sense the other person's presence, but the water-element energy disappeared without a trace. That can only mean that Yu Lingdi, the Spirit Division's chief, has been trapped."
"Could it be that..."
"No."
Before Chang Yi could finish, Gou Wuyue cut him off decisively. "Wuxiu isn't skilled in Concealment. If you could sense him, then you truly sensed him."
"Just keep tracking him. If he intends to receive Saint Slave, he can't have gone far."
"As for that boy Yu Lingdi vanishing..."
Gou Wuyue lowered his eyes in thought, then tapped a finger. "There should be someone else involved."
"There's more?"
Chang Yi did not dare voice the question.
But the uncertainty