Something seemed to have happened at the Heavenly Gate.
The atmosphere was somewhat grim.
Cultivators with solemn faces, clad in black-and-white uniforms, filed out one after another, sealing off the checkpoint under tight guard!
Seeing this scene,
Yi An Dao Venerable pondered for a moment, but he did not panic.
Such matters,
after traveling extensively for so many years, he had seen quite a few such accidents.
He signaled everyone not to panic and went to gather some information first.
"Not long ago, one of the Old Ancestor's most beloved juniors went out to travel in Yunzhou, only to die there. You all—"
"Li Ying, what are you doing?! No more talking!"
Just as Yi An Dao Venerable secretly pulled aside a thin cultivator and prepared to ask for information, a stern shout rang out like thunder, making the thin cultivator shudder. His unfinished words were swallowed back down.
A middle-aged man with a sturdy build and sharply defined features walked over. His eagle-like gaze swept up and down, carrying a chilling coldness.
"Daoist friend, please return and wait in line."
The middle-aged man extended a hand in a gesture of invitation.
Seeing this,
Yi An Dao Venerable frowned slightly, but said nothing.
"Sorry to trouble you."
He cupped his hands in salute, then departed.
Seeing Yi An Dao Venerable return, Zhang Qingyuan cast him an inquiring look.
Yi An Dao Venerable shook his head slightly.
He did not know what was happening either.
"It's fine. Let us wait a while longer. Though such things are rare, they are not unheard of. Once that Old Ancestor guarding the gate finishes his business, it will be over."
Although they did not know exactly what had happened to the junior most beloved by that particular Old Ancestor, who had died in Yuzhou,