"You old fools, are you blind? When did I ever say he was the sect master of our Po Feng Sect? Look at what he has hanging from his waist!"
At his words, the three of them all looked toward Di yihong's waist.
Very quickly, their gazes settled on the Martial Sect Token.
"This is..."
Everyone's eyes widened.
"This is the current sect master of the Martial Sect, Di yihong."
The three exchanged glances, their eyes all carrying varying degrees of suspicion.
The Martial Sect had vanished long ago. Now, a sect master had suddenly appeared, so it was only natural for them to be doubtful. What they mainly questioned was whether the token in Di yihong's hand was real.
Seeing that the three of them had no reaction, Han Yin understood what they were thinking and immediately said, "I plan to take the sect master to the Treasure Cave. Isn't there a seal there? If the sect master can pass through the seal, that should prove his identity, right?"
The three nodded at the same time.
They had guarded the Treasure Cave for so many years, yet they had never found a way inside. That seal could stop every one of them, and there were all sorts of rumors about the Treasure Cave.
Some said it was filled with mountains of gold, while others claimed they had entered before and found nothing but graves and secret chambers.
Before long, the four of them brought Di yihong directly to the back mountain of the Po Feng Sect and stopped before the entrance of a cave.
Several Po Feng Sect disciples stood guard outside the cave and curiously glanced at Di yihong.
"You may all leave."
"Yes."
The disciples turned and departed.
"Di yihong, we still have doubts about your identity.