Outside the ruins.
The elders watched the disciples enter the ruins safely, one after another, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"I imagine this is only the second chance in several years for the Spirit-Denuded Island ruins to open. I just probed the entrance, and there was no response at all."
The Second Elder frowned slightly. He had thought they could send the Southern Spirit Sect's disciples in for training every so often.
"Once every three to five years is enough. We shouldn't be too greedy." The Fifth Elder did not mind.
"I wonder how that brat Li Bai is doing. I can't shake this uneasy feeling." His heart had suddenly jolted a moment ago, making him suspect that something had happened to the fellow.
"Don't worry too much. We have to let those youngsters go out and temper themselves. They can't just keep wandering around the sect. How would they face the coming calamity then?" the Second Elder said evenly.
The elders exchanged glances, each understanding the others' worries.
"We'll do what needs doing. Whether we live or die, we only have one life anyway," the Scarlet Moon Sect Master said dismissively.
Was she supposed to spend every day trembling with fear over something a thousand years away? What a miserable way to live!
"Red Moon, didn't you think those two people just now were strange? They went in with their faces covered," the Jade Light Sect Master suddenly said.
"Someone had their face covered? I don't think I noticed." The Scarlet Moon Sect Master's thoughts had been entirely on Scarlet Flame Volcano. She thought those youngsters seemed quite promising too and could be snatched away-no, invited-to the Scarlet Moon Sect.
At the mention of covered faces, the Second Elder immediately looked toward the Greenstone Sect elder. Those