"Since this place has already been chosen, there is no need to keep arguing."
"Let us wait and see!"
Zhao Mingyuan's words were polished, but when he looked at Lin Wuyou, his eyes undisguisedly revealed wariness and suspicion.
He had once harbored doubts over the Phantom Star Sect, Golden Cicada Temple, and Wuji Sect cultivators choosing the Nine Layered Plank Road as their target with such decisive resolve.
After all, the matter was simply too much of a coincidence.
If they had not learned the news in advance, would they truly dare to be so bold as to stake everything on one throw?
And there were not many cultivators who could have known beforehand about the two sects' arrangements.
Lin Wuyou before him was one of them. Coupled with his current actions, Zhao Mingyuan's suspicions had long since surged.
Meeting Zhao Mingyuan's gaze, Lin Wuyou remained expressionless, his face without the slightest ripple.
Then he smiled faintly and was about to speak.
"Since..."
Before the words could leave his mouth, a streak of light suddenly tore through the sky.
Wrapped in Demonic Qi, a Communication Talisman easily passed through the formation and arrived above everyone's heads.
In an instant, it drew the attention of everyone present.
Hmm? That was...
A Communication Talisman? How could there be a Communication Talisman?
Where did it come from? Who was it for?
Just as Lin Wuyou was about to speak, his expression tightened the moment he saw the Communication Talisman. He immediately thought of something, then his expression returned to normal, without drawing the slightest attention.
Under everyone's watchful gazes, the talisman slowly descended, landing directly in the hands of the seated Zong Lu.
The next second, Zong Lu shot to his feet.
His thoughtful gaze quickly swept over Lin Wuyou, then fell upon