In that secret chamber in the Spirit Treasure Pavilion.
Two figures were discussing something in hushed voices.
One had a face as pale as paper, triangular eyes, and a hooked nose; the other wore red robes and had an imposing build.
They were none other than Protector Yan and Miao Rou. As the two conversed, suddenly-
"Roooar~"
A dragonlike sword cry pierced layer upon layer of restrictions and reached their ears directly, making both their expressions shift slightly.
"That sword cry..." After carefully recalling the sound he had just heard, Protector Yan's expression turned exceedingly grim.
Seeing his grim expression, Miao Rou asked tentatively, "Protector, what is it?"
Protector Yan did not answer her immediately. Instead, a look of struggle appeared on his face, as though he were wrestling with a difficult decision.
After a long while, he seemed to finally make up his mind, and his expression gradually calmed.
Lately, the warnings from his spiritual intuition had been growing increasingly intense. Worse still, he had absolutely no idea where the problem lay.
He worried that Windmist True Person might have planted safeguards on the cultivators of the Azure Dragon Mountain lineage, so he naturally dared not target them again.
The only person who might know something and was not an Azure Dragon Mountain cultivator was a turtle through and through. Despite his repeated attempts to lure the man out of the city, he had achieved nothing.
*I can't wait any longer. If that woman Dai Sangyu really reaches core formation, Our Cult will face a formidable enemy. Who knows how many followers will die beneath her sword in the future? Heavy losses for Our Cult would be a minor matter. The real problem is that if I fail my personal assignment, I won't qualify to apply for spiritual materials