Several months later, Tinglan was in Chongyangzi's cave abode when she suddenly sensed a voice transmission talisman flying in from outside. Like a headless fly, it darted about and crashed into the formation.
She immediately walked out of the abode and drew the talisman into her hand. Her divine sense quickly sank into it, but only two words came from within.
"Come quickly!"
Tinglan recognized the voice of her uncle's eldest disciple. Without hesitation, she closed the formation behind her again and immediately flew off in a certain direction.
When Tinglan entered a cave abode, she froze for a moment. All of her uncle's disciples had actually gathered there.
She had guessed that something might have happened, but she had not expected everyone to be present. Even the two who had gone out again not long ago had returned together.
Once inside, Tinglan saw that some of them looked excited, while others wore expressions of doubt and uncertainty.
"Junior Sister Lan, come over here quickly. We called you here because there's something we need to tell you!"
The eldest senior brother was a middle-aged man who gave an impression of great steadiness. Upon seeing Tinglan arrive, he wasted no words and spoke to her immediately.
Tinglan hurried toward them, asking as she went.
"Senior brothers, senior sisters, what's so urgent? Is there news about those two bald donkeys?"
That was probably the only matter that could make them summon her so urgently. They had already been planning how to strike, so Tinglan guessed it at once.
"That's right, but we won't need to act anymore. Yunchen and Yunxin are both dead..."
At her eldest senior brother's words, Tinglan's expression froze. She stopped in her tracks, her bright eyes widening in an instant.
"Both... dead?"
A quarter of an hour