At this moment, True Person Xinghui also stopped talking and said with a smile, "Exactly! The cultivators of the Three Cultivation Kingdoms have all gone to Xuntian City. Even our Kunlun Sect has left behind fewer than half its disciples to guard the mountain. No wonder you haven't encountered any other cultivators."
"Hiss..." Yao Xu and the others sucked in a cold breath and cried in alarm, "Martial Uncle Xinghui, could it be the Great Sword Dao Battle?"
True Person Xinghui did not know whether to laugh or cry as he answered, "Yao Xu, you are overthinking it! It is..."
Before True Person Xinghui could finish, a powerful divine sense swept in from outside the hall. Everyone's expressions tightened, and they each turned respectfully toward the hall doors, bowing as they said, "This disciple welcomes the Grand Elder..."
As their voices fell, an old man who appeared to be around sixty entered from outside the hall. His features were ancient and unadorned, his forehead slightly protruding. Beneath thick brows, his bright eyes shone like stars in the sky. His gaze swept across the hall before he walked straight up to the raised platform. Behind him, Gu Yunzi followed closely and respectfully took his place beside True Person Xinghui.
True Person Xuanqing sat in the jade chair Xuan Jing usually occupied. Everyone respectfully bowed and said, "Disciples greet the Grand Elder!"
"No need for so much ceremony!" True Person Xuanqing seemed somewhat impatient. He waved a hand, then looked toward Fu Yuezi and asked, "Where is Xuan Jing? Has any news come from Xuntian City? When will they return?"
Fu Yuezi smiled bitterly inwardly but did not dare show it. He merely replied respectfully, "Reporting to the Grand Elder, after our Kunlun Sect battle team left Kunlun Mountain, communication disciples have