"Hm?"
Li Xiaoyu looked at the talisman before him, which radiated a familiar aura, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
He reached out and gently picked up the talisman.
The next moment, Xiao Bai's languid, alluring voice rang out in his mind.
"Little Xiaoyu, come to the Far North Ice Plains at once. The Ruins of Time."
"We found the Ancient Well."
Just a few brief words, yet Li Xiaoyu's heart sank.
An unprecedented gravity appeared on his face.
One day, several years ago, as Li Xiaoyu wandered through heaven and earth in spirit, he had suddenly shuddered. The heavens and earth had warned him, filling him with unease.
He had vaguely glimpsed an Ancient Well somewhere in the Far North Ice Plains.
It was shrouded in mystery.
He had immediately drawn a map from his hazy memory and handed it to Xiao Fan and Senior Xiao Bai, who were searching for the Ancient Well.
He had also told them about what he had seen.
Now, at last, there was news.
"What is it?"
Lu Xueqi, who had been standing silently beside him, looked at his suddenly grave expression and asked softly.
Her eyes were full of concern.
Li Xiaoyu did not answer. He simply handed her the messaging talisman.
Lu Xueqi took the talisman and sent her spiritual sense into it.
The next moment, her expression grew just as grave.
"The Ancient Well."
She murmured the name, complex emotions glimmering in her cool eyes.
The various peaks' chief seats in the hall saw the solemn expressions on the faces of the young Sect Leaders, and their hearts tightened.
They knew something momentous had happened.
"Master."
Chu Yuhong, the new chief seat of Morning Sun Peak, stepped forward and looked at Li Xiaoyu, asking in a low voice,