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Clear Light Mountain. An old man in a pure white Daoist robe walked slowly onward.

He clearly had not used any escape art, yet the restrictions of the entire immortal sect seemed nonexistent to him. The disciples passing to and fro noticed nothing at all.

Only when the old man had reached the entrance to the main hall, at the instant they brushed past each other, did Crane Boy at the door seem to suddenly come to his senses and abruptly turn to look behind him.

It froze for a moment, then hurriedly bowed. "This little one pays respects to Immortal Lingxu!"

"Mm."

The old man merely uttered that single emotionless syllable. Without slowing, he walked straight into the hall.

Crane Boy's voice reached the hall first, and those inside reacted differently.

At the seat of honor, Clear Light Zi slowly opened his eyes. Seeing Youyao's questioning gaze, the corners of his lips lifted slightly as he gently shook his head, signaling that there was no need to worry.

His junior brother Lingxu might also have inherited the teachings of the Supreme Purity Sect Master, but aside from this divine ability to conceal his presence and suppress his aura, he had no other methods worth mentioning.

His temperament was much like that divine ability. Put nicely, he was quiet and restrained; put bluntly, three sticks could not beat a muffled fart out of him.

The one whose emotions fluctuated most sharply in the hall was instead Yunmiao True Person, seated behind Youyao. Upon hearing the honored title of Immortal Lingxu, his expression changed drastically. He sprang from his chair and cried loudly, "This disciple did not know Master had returned, and failed to await you within the sect. I beg Master's forgiveness!"

The next moment, the old man in the