"I will keep your instructions firmly in mind, Immortal Master, and will not breathe a single word. I shall take my leave."
Lin Dayong understood that what followed was not something he could listen in on. He acknowledged the order and withdrew, stepping quietly outside and closing the door behind him. The more one knew, the sooner one died-he understood that all too well.
Once the door closed again, Liu Yu formed a hand seal and cast a soundproof barrier over the room.
Then he turned to the four of them with a solemn expression, took out the Voice-Transmitting Talisman bearing the Hehuan Sect's mark, placed it on the table, and said slowly:
"I came because I discovered something serious that I need to discuss with you. Junior brothers, junior sister, take a look at this Voice-Transmitting Talisman first."
Seeing Senior Brother Liu treat the matter so gravely, Wu Chang and the other three realized that something was likely about to happen. Their thoughts turned to the war sparked by the Spirit Stone Mine. If that was indeed the case, then what lay ahead might...
None of them could smile now. Their expressions grew serious as they exchanged glances, but all looked equally bewildered.
In the end, Wu Chang stepped forward first. He picked up the Voice-Transmitting Talisman, pressed it to his forehead, and sent a strand of divine sense inside to examine its contents.
A few breaths later, Wu Chang put down the Voice-Transmitting Talisman, his face filled with shock and fury.
He was shocked that the Hehuan Sect had not only sent cultivators to infiltrate the area, but had already secretly colluded with two local powers. If they suddenly attacked the Cold Iron Mine Site, the consequences would be unthinkable. Their very lives might be in danger!
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