Outside the domain, the spectating cultivators and elders were already deep in lively discussion.
Their conversation revolved around Song Yan and Li Yi.
Yang Wenxuan sat among the elders, watching Song Yan with a profound gaze, his thoughts unknown.
A young female disciple stood beside him. She was strikingly beautiful and bore some resemblance to Qin Ying.
"Has the Qin Lineage approached this person?"
The girl did not seem surprised by Elder Yang's sudden voice transmission. "I heard my older sister tried, but he refused..."
Yang Wenxuan nodded slightly. "Oh? Why?"
"He is a disciple under Qin Xijun."
At that name, Yang Wenxuan turned his head slightly, glancing at Qin Xijun out of the corner of his eye.
He shook his head slightly and sighed. "Every household has its own difficult scripture to recite..."
"Elder Yang, should I go..."
The girl's meaning was clear.
But Yang Wenxuan lowered his eyes. "Even Qin Ying failed to persuade him. Do you think you can manage it?"
The girl's heart sank, but she merely bowed her head slightly.
"Still, there is something odd about him."
Yang Wenxuan's gaze burned. "I looked into him back during the Silent Valley incident."
"Three spiritual roots, no one supporting him, and yet he has already grown to this extent..."
Yang Wenxuan pondered inwardly.
A demonic spy?
Unlikely. If he really were a demonic infiltrator, he would not be foolish enough to attract this much attention.
Has he had some fortuitous encounter?
Or did he truly gain something from Wang Xi's corpse in Silent Valley...
"When the time comes, I will go with you."
"Yes, Elder."
At the very edge of the battlefield within the domain, in a corner no one noticed.
Lin Qing had been following the restriction at an unhurried pace, slowly walking inward, seemingly