In the Yin Kui Sect's secret chamber, Zhu Yuyan paced anxiously.
"Yin Empress, there's no need to worry. With the Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming beside Wanwan, nothing can go wrong."
The elders all tried to reassure her, but Zhu Yuyan still could not put her mind at ease.
Although Lin Lang was accompanying Wanwan, the aura she had sensed just now had been terrifying, far more frightening than the aura she had sensed from Lin Lang.
Had some supreme expert appeared?
If this supreme expert targeted the Holy Sect or Lin Lang, who could stop them?
Bian Bu Fu sat with one leg crossed over the other. "What did I tell you? You wouldn't trust our own people. You insisted on having Wanwan take an outsider to retrieve the Sacred Sarira."
"That aura might well have come from Lin Lang breaking through after absorbing the vital essence of our Holy Sect's Sacred Sarira. The Yin Kui Sect has sewn a wedding gown for someone else."
"Shut up! Mind your own business," Zhu Yuyan snapped. "How did you get on with spreading the news? This concerns our grand plan to unite the Holy Sect."
Bian Bu Fu drawled, "Of course I've spread it already. And I can say for certain that, apart from the Demonic Appearance Sect, all the other sects have come to Chang'an City."
"As for exactly where they are, I don't know. I'm not the one running the Yin Kui Sect's intelligence network."
Suddenly, the secret chamber's door opened. Zhu Yuyan looked up and saw Wanwan.
"Master, were you worried about me?" Wanwan asked with a grin.
Zhu Yuyan sighed in relief. "Why would I worry about you? With the Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming beside you, you were bound to be fine."
"What about the Sacred