"Martial Uncle, I've already contacted Zhu Jinfu and Guo Jingyu in turn. They both made it clear that Lu Xiaotian came back badly injured last time, and they couldn't interrupt him while he was in seclusion. It looks like all we can do is wait." Before long, Xiang Hua—now known as Huixian—came floating over from the distance.
As soon as Xiang Hua arrived, another monk hurried over from afar.
"Weren't you looking after Martial Uncle in the temple? What are you doing here?" When Wuyuan saw how hurried Wuxin looked, an ominous feeling immediately welled up inside him.
"Martial Uncle's condition has worsened further. We still haven't heard back from the sect. I suspect the message never reached them at all. The person carrying it may have run into trouble along the way." Wuxin's expression was grim. "Otherwise, it would have arrived by now. If we delay any longer, Martial Uncle may not survive."
"Pill King Lu, I am Wuyuan of Qinglian Temple. I have an urgent matter to discuss. I hope you'll come out and meet with me." Wuyuan's deep voice carried straight inside.
"Senior Brother, this won't work. If Lu Xiaotian is in seclusion, there must be wards around his cultivation chamber that block out sound." Wuxin anxiously rubbed his hands together. "The only way now is to go in directly. Once we trigger the wards, Lu Xiaotian will have to show himself."
"No need. I've already come out of seclusion." A voice sounded. "So you're eminent monks from Qinglian Temple. I've been in seclusion for many days and only just heard that you've been waiting for several days. Please forgive my poor hospitality. Come in, and we can discuss what you need."
Though Lu Xiaotian was unwilling to have much contact with the Danzhu Buddhist Sect, since