Meng Xuan passed through the stone gate.
The room immediately fell silent. Everyone held their breath and focused, listening carefully for any sounds from beyond the gate.
Unfortunately, although only a single gate separated them, it was as though an entire world lay between them. They could hear nothing, not even Meng Xuan's footsteps.
They could only see the skeleton in Daoist robes sitting cross-legged in the center and hear its thunderous heartbeat. Nothing else could be perceived.
After roughly an incense stick's worth of time, just as everyone was growing impatient, Meng Xuan's voice finally came from beyond the gate.
"Come in, everyone. I've checked this room. It's perfectly safe, and there are quite a few opportunities here."
Fei Ting and the others brightened at his voice and immediately started toward the gate.
Xu Lingyin stretched out an arm to stop them and asked gravely, "Meng Xuan, which True Person of our sect is your master?"
They were charging in after hearing a single sentence, without even checking whether the voice really belonged to Meng Xuan. How could Fei Ting and the others be so foolish?
Never mind comparing them to Zhang Yuan, the Earth Immortal from the Demon Realm-they could not even measure up to their former opponent, Ye Guhong. She would not be remotely surprised if they died out in the world someday.
But she could not let them drag her down now.
Zhang Yuan mentally gave Xu Lingyin a thumbs-up.
Xu Lingyin was as cautious as ever. Becoming the Mysterious Court Dao Maiden had not made her complacent. She had the makings of someone who would accomplish great things. With her talent and temperament, a position as an Immortal Lord was probably already reserved for her.
*Such outstanding talent, and there's bad blood between us. She