"Who might these junior brothers be...?" Wang Yu asked, seemingly casually.
"Outer disciple, Meng Yu."
"Outer disciple, Tian Jia."
"Outer disciple, Wang Jiao."
"Outer disciple, Sun Shi."
The four outer disciples bowed slightly in midair and gave their names in turn.
Wang Yu nodded and cupped his hands, saying nothing more, though a crystalline gleam flickered in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Feng Xue stole glances at Wang Yu while whispering with Feng Rui beside her.
The other two outer disciples who had come from the Four Symbols Sect were both burly men in their thirties. One wore black half armor and carried a short spear; the other dressed like a scholar and carried a heavy bundle.
Neither spoke. They simply kept their levitation arts going and silently followed the yellow-haired woman.
In the blink of an eye, everyone landed at the foot of the high slope.
A puzzled look crossed the faces of Feng Xue and the others as they surveyed its barren crest.
The yellow-haired woman merely pressed the disc in her hand a few times, then waved it toward the slope.
Poof!
A pillar of white light shot from the disc. Space rippled in its wake, and the high slope vanished without a trace, turning into billowing white mist. The light split the mist in two, revealing a narrow passage.
"Let's go. The restrictive seal here hasn't been damaged. We only need to check whether the formation equipment inside is intact." Ximen Mei adjusted the disc again and spoke confidently, then led the way forward.
Wang Yu and the others naturally followed close behind.
The passage was only two or three hundred meters long. When the white mist ahead cleared, a stone platform five feet high suddenly came into view.
Silver spirit inscriptions were engraved around the platform, while