The aristocratic Daoists standing guard outside Yiluo Hall initially paled with alarm at the sight, hastily drawing on the True Qi in their Qi Seas, suspecting that Shen Cheng or Zhao Tong had led a crowd to attack.
But once the clouds dispersed and they saw the figures within those streaks of flight-light,
their faces fell. After a few muttered remarks, they all dispersed again.
"I am Yin He. I have urgent business and must seek an audience with Senior Brother Xiao. Please, brothers, announce me."
A Daoist at the head of the arrivals stepped forward a few paces and smiled, cupping his hands.
"Senior Brother Yin... Third Young Master is receiving Senior Brother Ai Qu. You had best wait a little."
Despite their great reluctance, knowing that Yin He had clearly chosen this moment to bring people here to claim a share of the benefits,
out of consideration for the Qiwu Yin Clan's name and Yin He's Cavern Mystery cultivation,
the aristocratic cultivators guarding Yiluo Hall exchanged glances.
At last, one of them could evade it no longer. He reluctantly cupped his hands and spoke with a dry laugh.
"Ai Qu... he has come too?"
Yin He's heart sank slightly.
Finding the face of the man answering him rather familiar, he thought for a moment, recognized him, and laughed heartily.
"Would you happen to be Xie Liang of the Changyou Xie Clan? We met once at the Golden Terrace Dharma Assembly seven years ago. Seeing you today, your bearing surpasses even those days! You truly possess the majesty of thunder and wind together. Even I cannot help feeling shabby beside you!"
The disciple named Xie Liang saw that Yin He actually remembered his name. Though these were merely compliments that counted for little, he could not help feeling pleased.