While the two were in seclusion, a burst of moonlight exploded inside the Strange Eye Alliance's former underground palace.
The moonlight dispersed, revealing the one-armed Light-Escape Daoist.
Light-Escape Daoist still looked thoroughly bedraggled. He surveyed his surroundings and cast spells, searching for the faintest traces.
In particular, he followed certain hints to search places with hidden compartments.
After all that searching, however, he found neither the Strange Eye Alliance's hidden resources nor so much as a bone fragment.
The vast underground palace was cleaner than if a dog had licked it.
"What the fuck is this?"
Light-Escape Daoist sighed. "How did they clean it out so thoroughly?"
He scratched his head. Not daring to waste time, he took out a magic implement and contacted his superiors. "Elder, all the resources have been swept clean."
"Yes, not even a hair left."
"What do we do about the teleportation array? Set it up here? Or somewhere else?"
"Can you hurry up and tell me?"
"That arm of mine is waving the banner of rebellion in the Second-Layer World and hunting me down."
"I have to keep moving, or it'll break into the Real World, kill me, and take my place!"
On the other end of the magic implement, someone muttered at length.
Light-Escape Daoist paced back and forth anxiously.
A cup of tea's time later, Light-Escape Daoist put away the magic implement through gritted teeth, then released a streak of escaping light and sped away.
This time, he fled into the mountains far from the underground palace, then picked a cave at random and slipped inside.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
He slapped his Hundred-Treasure Pouch. Magic implements sprang out one after another, dropping onto the ground to form an array.
Then he opened his mouth and spat out streams of brilliantly colored dharma