The first ray of dawn filtered through the carved wooden window, gently spilling into the hall.
It gilded the Saintess's bedchamber, which had still been steeped in an atmosphere of intrigue only yesterday, with a layer of sacred gold.
Yang Lingtian, still wearing "Liu Ruyan's" appearance, slowly rose from the bed.
He felt the disguised cultivation power within him—the strength belonging to the Saintess of the Xuanba Sword Sect—and the corner of his mouth curled into an almost imperceptible arc.
Elder Gu Xuantong's visit yesterday, along with that meaningful Teleportation Array Talisman,
had been like a boulder cast into his tranquil heart lake, stirring up layer upon layer of ripples.
"Xuanling Cave Heaven... an unexpected surprise?"
Yang Lingtian murmured softly, a probing glint flickering deep in his eyes.
He naturally knew that the old fox Gu Xuantong was no kind soul.
The "surprise" he spoke of might very well be some sort of deadly "fright."
Yet what did Yang Lingtian have to fear?
He, Yang Lingtian, was the master of the Chaos Sacred Sect, possessed the Chaos Dao Body, cultivated Chaos Power, and controlled the Great Dao of Chaos.
Moreover, he had endured countless trials of life and death and surmounted innumerable dangers before reaching his present realm.
The more mysterious and dangerous a place was, the more it often meant that it concealed earth-shaking opportunities.
He was determined to see just what sort of secret was hidden within the Xuanba Sword Sect's most precious sacred healing ground.
After bathing and changing, Yang Lingtian put on a simple and elegant white Saintess robe and smiled faintly at his reflection in the bronze mirror.
The person in the mirror was beautiful and refined, with a trace of delicate beauty between her brows and eyes, like someone who had only just recovered