"Since that was the case, I'd go take a look around the upper floors of Linlang Pavilion and see if there were any newly arrived curiosities. Don't worry, Brother Gu. I'd leave a wisp of spiritual power attached to your side. The moment you willed it, I could sense it instantly no matter where I was and answer your summons at any time."
After saying that, he did not wait for Gu Sheng's response. His figure flickered, and he vanished from where he stood like a ghost, as though he had never appeared at all, leaving behind only a faint trace of formidable aura in the air.
The atmosphere before Linlang Pavilion had only just eased somewhat, and the crowd began murmuring about the astonishing scene from earlier.
Suddenly!
Bang—!
With a thunderous crash, Linlang Pavilion's exquisitely carved, incomparably sturdy doors were violently smashed open from outside, sending fragments flying everywhere! A figure staggered in with the force of the impact and crashed heavily onto the polished floor at the center of the hall.
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn over.
It was an elderly man in white robes. His hair and beard were both white, yet his complexion was rosy, giving him the appearance of an aged immortal.
However, the old man now looked utterly miserable. His once immaculate, pristine white robes were soaked in broad swathes of dark red blood, filthy beyond recognition.
His hair was disheveled, dried blood still lingered at the corners of his mouth, and his face was pale as paper. His aura had weakened to the extreme. A heavy stench of blood spread from him, instantly filling the entire first-floor hall of Linlang Pavilion.
"Who goes there?!"
"How dare you trespass into Linlang Pavilion!"
The quick-reacting Linlang Pavilion guards immediately surged in from every direction.