Watching Tang Feng's retreating back, the Daluo Golden Immortals in the hall all wore strange expressions.
How had this fellow gotten involved with Ye Lin?
Elsewhere, Tang Feng arrived at Ye Lin's residence with his hands clasped behind his back and a smile on his face.
Under the watchful eyes of the four maidservants, Tang Feng came before the secret chamber's door.
"This secret chamber was specially made. Once it's shut, no matter how loudly you shout, the person inside won't know."
"And the material is special as well. Even a Daluo Golden Immortal would need some time to destroy it."
After Tang Feng spoke, the four women nodded to themselves.
No wonder.
No wonder that no matter how they knocked or called before, Elder Ye Lin inside had never shown the slightest reaction.
Tang Feng merely smiled, then raised his hand and lightly knocked on the door.
The motion was tiny, the sound was faint—there was practically no sound at all.
Yet strangely enough, the secret chamber door before them began to tremble without stop.
The four maidservants behind him stared in astonishment.
No matter how hard the four of them tried, the secret chamber door had not moved in the slightest.
Yet Elder Tang Feng had merely tapped it lightly, and the door had begun shaking like this?
Amazing. Truly amazing.
A moment later, the secret chamber door slowly opened, and the calm-faced Ye Lin stepped out.
Seeing Tang Feng before him, a flicker of surprise passed through Ye Lin's eyes.
"Elder Tang Feng, what business do you have with me?"
Ye Lin looked at him suspiciously.
He had interrupted his secluded cultivation. Was something truly so urgent?
"Elder Ye Lin, the sect is holding an emergency meeting. You were cultivating in the secret chamber, and the maidservants