Cangmo Sect, Flowing Sand Hall.
On the teleportation platform, the figures of a man and a woman slowly appeared.
"Senior Brother Zheng, Senior Sister Li."
Seeing the arrivals, the Cangmo Sect cultivator stationed at the teleportation platform bowed slightly in greeting.
The sect now strictly forbade anyone from going out. Only core disciples carrying an elder's token could leave the mountain gates at will.
Every disciple permitted to go out was someone he could not afford to offend.
Just then, deep within Flowing Sand Hall-
An emaciated old man in a grayish-yellow Daoist robe, his face gaunt, abruptly opened his eyes, sensing an almost imperceptible anomaly.
"Who dares trespass upon our Cangmo Sect!"
The old man barked, his voice shaking heaven and earth like muffled thunder and instantly spreading throughout the sect grounds.
At these words, the Cangmo cultivators below the teleportation platform paled. They immediately summoned their defensive treasures and eyed Zheng and Li warily, but dared do nothing more.
There was no other reason: the warning had come from the sect's Grand Elder, True Lord Hengsha.
True Lord Hengsha, Xu Shaolan, held an exalted position. One of the sect's few great cultivators at the Nascent Soul late stage, he had guarded Flowing Sand Hall for eight hundred years.
Anyone who could make this grand elder react as though facing a formidable enemy and issue a hasty warning was no ordinary trespasser. They could probably take a Foundation Establishment cultivator's life with a single glance.
Meanwhile, they had worked at Flowing Sand Hall's teleportation platform for years, possessed little strength, and received a monthly stipend of only seven hundred low-grade spirit stones, merely keeping the sect's teleportation platform running.
Had the sect's laws not been so strict, punishing deserters without mercy, they would probably have retreated and fled at