Worry
Originally this arcane space was quite vast, and the phantom-mist swamp outside was even more boundless. Encountering immortals from Heaven-Wind Valley here was originally a matter of extremely low probability, yet Lu Xiaotian happened to run into them anyway. At such luck, Lu Xiaotian was also left speechless.
Inputting a wisp of Xiang Qingcheng's aura into the trace-seeking mirror, the mirror automatically guided Lu Xiaotian all the way in pursuit. Halfway there, Lu Xiaotian had in fact sensed the presence of two True Immortals in advance. When he bumped into them and saw their initial confusion followed by gazes that shot over like lightning, Lu Xiaotian knew instantly that things were going badly.
"This junior is a rather prestigious immortal-realm disciple of the Cloud-Glow Immortal Sect, but as for this fellow daoist, how should I address you, and why has the trace-seeking mirror of my Heaven-Wind Valley fallen into your hands?" The white-haired elderly woman with a pair of triangular eyes stared intently at Lu Xiaotian, her gaze as sharp as a blade, as if she wanted to carve a piece of flesh off Lu Xiaotian.
A tall, handsome, yet slightly thin man beside the old woman had a murderous look in his eyes, his black cloak snapping loudly in the wind. The way he looked at Lu Xiaotian was also filled with killing intent.
"Everyone calls me Dongfang, and I am the fourth elder of the Cloud-Glow Immortal Sect. A few days ago, when I was still in the Immortal Realm, I ran into a few immortals at the Yanmo Capital Plains. With a disagreement at odds, they moved to attack me, only to have me take their lives instead. As for the trace-seeking mirror, it naturally fell into my hands. It looks like the two of you