The entire garden was deathly still, making the old Daoist's question exceptionally clear.
Hua Xifeng let out a breath. As a sect disciple, he had heard many tales of this Uncle-Master Yu from his elders, but this was his first time experiencing him firsthand. By comparison, Li Hong and Wang Jiu, the two disciples of the Empirical Branch, had been far better prepared.
Of course, compared to Wen Shifei and his group, Hua Xifeng was already remarkably composed.
Including Wen Shifei, the remaining twelve Demonic Sect elites wore varying expressions, but every gaze they cast at the old Daoist brimmed with profound disbelief. Clearly, every last one of them had been stunned.
For the past seventy or eighty years, old Daoist Yu Zhou had remained stuck in the Core Restoration realm, his cultivation unable to advance another inch. He had settled down in Zhixin Temple, kept a low profile, and never ventured out to travel the Dao. He rarely even returned to the sect gates. Apart from those small sects that lived by breathing the air of the Li Chen Sect, how many people even knew his name?
After today, that would surely change.
As for Yu Ci, Hua Xifeng knew that this junior brother had been personally recommended to the sect by Uncle-Master Yu before him. Their relationship was naturally far from ordinary. But faced with the current situation, how was he supposed to phrase it?
While he hesitated, a voice suddenly rang out in the distance. "Yu Ci? Could it be Yu Ci, the one who uses the Half-Mountain Mirage?"
The speaker was Wen Shifei. With his status, he could not possibly remain cowed by the old Daoist forever. The moment he found an opening, he immediately slipped a needle through the crack. "I had always thought he