"[Eastern Sunken Pavilion]? Very well, I'll remember that."
The middle-aged Daoist nodded.
He would gather information himself and decide for himself what to believe.
"Bullshit!"
A clear, ringing voice suddenly sounded.
The middle-aged Daoist looked toward Ye Xiangning, who had spoken.
Ye Xiangning scowled. "The [Eastern Sunken Pavilion]'s intelligence has always been accurate, without a single fabrication. Fellow Daoist Profound Ancestor, don't let that Demon Fiend Zhang Yuan deceive you."
The middle-aged Daoist was bewildered.
What was going on?
"Do you believe me, fellow Daoist, or her?" Zhang Yuan asked with a faint smile.
The middle-aged Daoist said nothing and took no stance.
But sometimes, taking no stance was the clearest stance of all.
Zhang Yuan was the Divine Master of the Boundless Southern Heaven Realm, while this girl was a Great Luo's incarnation. Their credibility was on entirely different levels, so naturally, he was more inclined to believe Zhang Yuan.
"Tch. I'm leaving."
Ye Xiangning snorted, rolled her eyes at Zhang Yuan again, pinched his waist, then turned and vanished from the secret chamber.
"She's finally gone."
Zhang Yuan let out a breath.
Ji Guang was rather strange, when he thought about it. He had called Zhang Yuan over, yet taken nothing from beginning to end, acting like a tourist. Zhang Yuan had no idea what all this fuss had been for.
Ye Xiangning had left.
Zhang Yuan gathered his thoughts, glanced at Xu Lingyin and the two remaining Mysterious Court Disciples, then decided not to linger either.
"Zhang Yuan, that wall has a spatial translocation formation. You can leave by walking through it. There's no need to retrace your steps," Chi Guanguan said, pointing to one of the chamber's walls.
Zhang Yuan suspected nothing. He nodded slightly, looked at the middle-aged Daoist, and spoke after a brief moment