Li Yan had just asked the other party where the Scripture Transmission Pavilion was located. Shared places like that were generally situated in a public area to the north, accessible to cultivators from the three halls and one palace.
In his haste, Li Yan did not even want to visit the residence courtyard he had previously selected first.
"Since there is nothing else, then the matters here are settled. Fellow Daoist Li, you may..."
Seeing that everything had been handled, the fat middle-aged cultivator naturally did not want to be disturbed any longer. When he had time, he still wanted to meditate and regulate his breathing, so he was about to send Li Yan away.
But at that moment, the doors behind Li Yan were violently smashed open with a bang, incomparably barbaric and rough.
The fat middle-aged cultivator's expression changed. Who dared be so bold as to barge in without the slightest decorum? This was the administrative hall of the Exotic Sparrow Hall.
Even those vicious-looking people from the Arcus Hall would not dare act so brazenly. Could an external enemy have invaded the Soul Suppression Palace?
The fat middle-aged cultivator's face instantly darkened. As he looked up at the doors, he was about to fly into a rage.
Li Yan had his back to the doors and had received no warning whatsoever. The sudden thunderous crash startled him as well.
His figure blurred instinctively as he turned and dodged toward a nearby wall. At the same time his spiritual power barrier flashed over his body, he twisted his head toward the doors.
"Good, good, I was not too late. Otherwise, this old woman would have had to search everywhere for you again..."
The moment the newcomer entered, her gaze immediately swept through the room. When she spotted Li