The red-haired man's expression turned solemn at Wang Yu's words, and he walked through the doorway.
Wang Yu watched the stone door close again, a thoughtful look flickering across his face.
Of the Four Symbols Sect's three Golden Core cultivators, Silver Cloud Ancestor never appeared before ordinary disciples, while Blazing Fire Ancestor was gravely injured and spent years at a time in seclusion. Only Heaven Toad Ancestor remained outside to oversee affairs. It seemed Wang Yu really had chosen the right master.
With these thoughts in mind, Wang Yu also left the stone house and found a random corner of the platform to wait for the restrictive seal to be lifted.
Meanwhile, disciples who had entered the Jialan Secret Realm still came and went from the other stone houses nearby, but their inspections seemed particularly quick. Each emerged safely after spending less than a quarter of an hour inside.
A few hours later, the strands of white thread enveloping the platform all disintegrated with a bang.
The disciples, long since impatient with waiting, rose into the air and scattered in every direction.
Wang Yu likewise took flight, heading straight for his cave abode halfway up the mountain.
He had been away from the sect for quite some time and wondered how Big Green and Little White, the two Iron-Head Crocodiles he had left in his cave abode, were doing.
Although he had left enough Beast Feed before departing, he was still a little worried.
There was a soft puff.
Wang Yu landed before the lush green bamboo grove. He merely waved a Command Token at the empty air ahead, and the grove immediately turned into billowing mist, which parted on its own to reveal a narrow path.
Wang Yu strode inside, and the billowing mist closed behind him again.
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