At this moment, Hu Gan's aged voice slowly faded through the valley, yet the two gray-robed figures showed no reaction at all, as though they had not heard him.
Seeing that his words received no response, Hu Gan did not speak again. He maintained his cupped-fist salute and waited quietly.
Behind Hu Gan, Xiao Yi Xian and the others exchanged glances. Even Hu Jia, who normally feared neither heaven nor earth, wisely kept her mouth shut.
She had never been to this mysterious place before, but few could compare to Hu Gan's status in Jia Nan Academy's Outer Academy.
Yet he was being so courteous toward these gray-robed figures. This alone was enough to show how terrifying the gray-robed figures guarding the Library Pavilion were. Hu Jia might be lawless, but she was no fool. She knew whom she could provoke and whom she could not.
Xiao Yi Xian watched the two of them and vaguely sensed that they seemed to be communicating through voice transmission.
After the silent atmosphere in the valley had lasted for nearly the time it took to burn an incense stick, the long gray robes of the two figures seated cross-legged before the pavilion gates finally trembled slightly.
Then, beneath the gray robes, two pairs of calm eyes, as placid as ancient wells, lifted. Their gazes swept indifferently over Hu Gan and the others before suddenly stopping on Xiao Yan and Xiao Yi Xian. Their gray robes shifted faintly, and a soft, hoarse murmur emerged. "Heavenly Flames?"
"And..."
The faint voice slowly echoed through the silent valley and clearly entered Xiao Yi Xian's ears.
"May I know the names of these two young friends?" One of the gray-robed figures stared at Xiao Yan and Xiao Yi Xian. His hoarse voice carried the weathered weight of