Feng Xian'er's expression changed drastically, and she stepped in front of Lin Shisan.
An ominous premonition welled up in her heart.
Over a dozen people had already been stopped over there.
They were all people whose identities were questionable and who seemed connected to the Demon Sect. In short, they were suspected Demon Sect spies, to be made public examples of.
Rooting out the nails the Demon Sect had planted in the Eight Sects was also a primary purpose of this secret realm trial.
Bai Ziyin had told him about it.
And having the honor of Elder Qingming personally leading a team to intercept him meant this was no longer a minor matter involving an ordinary Demon Sect spy.
"Fellow Daoist Qingming, what is the meaning of this? My disciple has only just emerged from the secret realm, and you're stopping him before his wounds have even been treated?"
"Fellow Daoist Feng, I am merely following the rules."
Elder Qingming's face twitched several times.
Clearly, he too knew of Feng Xian'er's special standing. It was precisely because he feared she would object that he had personally led the team to intercept Lin Shisan.
His gaze passed over Feng Xian'er and settled on Lin Shisan.
He stared at Lin Shisan for a long time, a sharp gleam flashing in his cloudy old eyes.
Then he slowly raised the Bronze Mirror in his hand.
The light and shadows on its surface suddenly flared, projecting a huge screen of light that hovered in midair.
A scene was replaying on the screen.
It was deep within the secret realm, beside Magma Lake at the foot of Immortal Volcano.
A figure charged out of the darkness, shrouded in dark-red demonic qi, his face impossible to make out.
All that could be seen were those red-glowing