The One-Armed Elder stared blankly for a long while before murmuring, "With Zhu Xian unleashed, and here on Azure Cloud Mountain, no one in the world can stand against Daoxuan with his current cultivation. Hurry and leave! It's all right now." With that, the old man disappeared into the Ancestral Hall once more.
"Senior!" Given the old man's mysterious identity, Lin Jingyu felt that if he joined them in resisting the Demon Sect's attack on the mountain, their chances of victory would be much greater.
But the old man ignored him. Just as Lin Jingyu was beginning to feel disappointed, the old man's voice suddenly came from inside the hall. "If you're willing, go find Daoxuan in private. Tell him the servant in the Ancestral Hall has been cooped up for over a hundred years and wants someone to keep him company. See if he agrees."
"What?" The words came out of nowhere, and Lin Jingyu had no idea what he meant.
But no more sound came from the Ancestral Hall in the night, which stood there like a lonely, gloomy tomb.
Worried about Wen Min and the others, Lin Jingyu hurried back to the fork in the road. He had only drawn away some of the Demon Sect disciples.
When he looked at the scene before him, he couldn't help but draw a sharp breath. Three people stood at the three-way intersection: Wen Min and Lu Xueqi, along with Song Daren of Big Bamboo Peak.
But what shocked him most was that the open ground around them showed no sign of a fight. There were only a few scraps of clothing on the ground—the garments worn by the Demon Sect disciples.
Considering Song Daren's abilities, those Demon Sect disciples had probably all been buried underground. At the thought of