"Sect Master Ji, are you certain Ning Daohuan really has left?"
Outside the Eastern Saint Garrison, a group of Gold Core True Persons had quietly appeared overhead at some point.
Yet the few Heavenly Gate Sect cultivators remaining inside noticed nothing.
The Nine-Spirit Sect's sect master could not help looking at Ji Lan with doubt on his face.
Ji Lan remained calm. "Whether he has or not, I will know once I go in myself."
"You're going in yourself?"
The Nine-Spirit Sect's sect master froze.
Everyone around them was also startled and hurried to dissuade him:
"Sect Master Ji, don't act rashly. This requires careful deliberation."
"Indeed, indeed. The Heavenly Gate Sect has occupied this place for over ten years. There must be plenty of formations and restrictions inside. You mustn't underestimate them, Sect Master Ji. Why not discuss it together and decide what to do after finding a suitable approach?"
"We don't even know whether this information is true. If Ning Daohuan is inside right now, wouldn't you be walking straight into his net..."
Ji Lan smiled faintly and surveyed his surroundings, a trace of sincerity on his handsome, scholarly face.
"You have all traveled vast distances and repeatedly helped the Eastern Saint Sect. I am deeply grateful. How could I let you risk yourselves for us?"
"By both sentiment and reason, I should be the one to go."
"Rest assured, everyone. In cultivation, I am naturally far inferior to Ning Daohuan. But in mastery of spatial translocation, I do have some confidence."
"Besides, our Eastern Saint Sect operated here for many years. How could we have made no preparations at all?"
"Even if Ning Daohuan is here, I am confident I can get out."
With that, Ji Lan vanished before them with a thought.
Led by the four