When he saw the doors of the great hall close, Chen Lin's brows furrowed deeply.
He had noticed something unusual.
Among this batch of people selected, not only was there no Super Expert like Madam Miaoyin, but there was not a single Awakener either.
Even Xin Yueling and the other direct descendants of the major factions were absent.
He did not believe that none of them had chosen the Black Light Gate, nor did he believe they were incapable of passing the great ship's trial.
Together with the soft exclamation he had heard during the Source Soul Infusion, it was difficult not to suspect something.
"Fellow Daoist, do you know whether there is any significance to the order of these seats?"
As Chen Lin pondered, a gentle voice appeared in his mind. Someone had actually used Soul Transmission to contact him.
He glanced at the old woman beside him, who was the source of the transmission. Bent with age and her face covered in wrinkles, she held a dragon-headed cane and looked as though she already had one foot in the grave.
As for her cultivation, the mysterious energy suppressing this place made it impossible to discern clearly, but she was at least at Spirit Transformation or above.
Still, the fact that she could sit in the second chair meant she possessed something exceptional in terms of her soul.
And judging by how melodious her voice was, her appearance seemed to be a disguise.
Disguising oneself was normal during a group treasure hunt, and he had done the same, so there was no need to dwell on it. After a moment's thought, Chen Lin also used Soul Transmission. "No. Could it be that you do, Fellow Daoist?"
"I know a little."
The old woman's answer greatly surprised Chen Lin.
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