Zhang Xiaohua turned around and saw the old man in the bronze mask descending the steps from one side of the hall!
Damn it, how did he discover me?
Zhang Xiaohua cried inwardly.
The old man in the bronze mask demanded sharply, "Who are you? How did you break into the sacred grounds of our sect?"
Then he looked at the several coffins missing from the formation, his shock mounting. With a forceful push of his feet, he drifted through the air to the front of the formation and shouted, "Where are those coffins? Did you tamper with them? Where did you take them?"
Zhang Xiaohua's heart stirred, and he said with an apologetic smile, "Old brother, you misunderstand me. I only just came down here myself. I had only just reached these coffins and hadn't figured anything out before you appeared. As for the coffins you mentioned, I know nothing about them."
"Oh?" the old man in the bronze mask said. "Then I wronged you. But how did you get in? This hall has only one entrance passage, beneath my seat. I sat there without moving all night. How could you possibly have entered?"
Hearing the old man's question, Zhang Xiaohua's heart stirred. He released his divine sense and swept it across the entire hall, all while keeping his eyes on the old man. Yet the old man seemed to feel nothing. Zhang Xiaohua frowned slightly, then swept his divine sense toward the old man himself. Sure enough, the old man seemed to sense something this time and raised his head, looking around from side to side. Zhang Xiaohua understood at once and immediately withdrew his divine sense from the old man. The old man could not actually sense divine sense; only when it truly scanned his body could