Until those two figures drifted far away and vanished completely at the edge of vision.
Ya Li then turned slightly to the side, looking at the white-robed elder sitting quietly behind her, and bowed respectfully in a greeting.
The white-robed elder still kept his eyes closed and did not speak much, merely nodding with a tiny motion as an acknowledgment.
Only then did Ya Li straighten up and turn to leave slowly along the path she had come, keeping her footsteps extremely light as if she feared disturbing the silence of this place.
Until Ya Li's aura also faded completely into the distance, leaving not a single trace behind.
The white-robed elder's eyes, which had been tightly shut the whole time, suddenly snapped open, a sharp gleam flashing across the depths of his pupils.
The next moment, his figure flickered like an afterimage blown away by the wind, disappearing without a trace from the spot in an instant.
When he reappeared again, he was already standing solidly in the center of the vault, where the surroundings were as quiet as could be heard.
A mighty, peerless spiritual force surged out from between his brows, spreading in all directions like the water of a rising tide.
He was carefully sensing the subtle changes in every single inch of the vault.
Yet a moment later, the old man neither captured any abnormal fluctuations nor found even a trace of anyone having tampered with anything.
The white-robed elder's brows furrowed slightly and involuntarily, a faint trace of doubt emerging between his brows.
Here lay all the foundations accumulated by Shrek Academy over a full thirty thousand years.
Every single treasure carried an unknown history.
Among this massive collection of treasures, many soul bones and various rare herbs and treasures, apart from applying through