Zhang Xiaohua was not the only one stunned. Abbess Jingyi, who had just been about to leave the little palace hall, also frowned. She turned back and gave Zhang Xiaohua a thoughtful look, then nodded. "Since Di Shitian wants you to stay here, then stay... here!"
"Yes, Cult Master!" Zhang Xiaohua agreed.
After Abbess Jingyi left the hall, Di Shitian swept the area with his divine sense and snorted through his nose. With a wave of his left hand, several wisps of black Qi flew from his hand and landed at several spots on the floor of the hall, disappearing from sight. Then he waved his right hand, rapidly firing out a red jade talisman. Once the jade talisman landed, Di Shitian muttered an incantation. After a while, several more wisps of black Qi emerged and activated the restriction. A scarlet light screen flashed and vanished, concealing the entire palace hall.
Seeing Di Shitian's practiced movements and the rather strange hand seals, Zhang Xiaohua could not help thinking, The Heavenly Dragon Sect is a Demonic Cult. Their cultivation techniques differ from the Immortal Path. Di Shitian's hand seals are quite unlike those of the Immortal Path, yet his methods are similar. Perhaps the Primordial Qi has also dwindled sharply, forcing the Heavenly Dragon Sect to make certain alterations?
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua staring at him, Di Shitian did not mind. Only after setting up the restriction did he say, "Xiaoya, Ren Xiaoyao has already told me about your experiences. You have truly suffered."
Then Di Shitian seemed to sink into memory, his tone stretching long and distant. "Actually, during the period after you left the small mountain village and before you first met Ren Xiaoyao, you were within our Heavenly Dragon Sect."
"Ah?" Meng was astonished. "I... why do I have