Inside Alchemy Room No. 1 of the Apothecary Hall...
"Junior Brother, the atmosphere in the sect has seemed rather off lately." Xun Yi's expression was grave.
Yao Guangzhi, who was seated cross-legged nearby, spoke up before Chen Mo could respond:
"The atmosphere really is a little strange. It feels like something major is about to happen. I also heard that several elders have been injured for no apparent reason recently, and their injuries were all quite serious."
"Injured?" Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.
Within the sect, elders in the Xiantian Realm were not so easily injured.
"That's right. I even went over with the physician to take a look."
Watching Xun Yi and Chen Mo, Yao Guangzhi murmured, "Those injuries were clearly caused by sneak attacks when they were completely unprepared. Yet those elders all claimed they were accidentally injured during sparring. Their stories were remarkably consistent. Something feels wrong about all of it."
"What did the Sect Master say?" Xun Yi looked solemn.
"I don't know. The Sect Master has been elusive lately, appearing and disappearing without a trace. He hasn't been handling sect affairs as seriously as before either. We can't even be sure whether he's in the sect. He probably has something important to deal with." Yao Guangzhi replied.
As for Sect Master Di Yun, he trusted him completely.
Hearing this, and combining it with what the two had just said, Chen Mo had reason to suspect that the True Martial Sect was about to face a great calamity. But why hadn't Di Yun, as Sect Master, immediately taken targeted measures?
Was he letting things drift because he held some trump card in his hand?
"An ancestor who's a Grandmaster?" This was the first possibility that surfaced in Chen Mo's mind.
He had never seen the