Elders Yang and the burly man surnamed Liao showed no anger at the disciples' caution or their obvious distrust. Instead, they felt great appreciation.
Outside, one could not trust anyone lightly. Thus, before these disciples arrived, they had hung their identity plaques at their waists. Compared to identifying someone by aura and cultivation, identity plaques were the easiest tokens to verify.
The moment these disciples landed on the island, they discovered that the thin mist had vanished from their sight. Then they saw an astonishing scene.
Not far from where the three powerful cultivators stood, a great number of corpses lay scattered about. Some disciples cried out in shock, but when they saw the gloomy expressions on the three experts' faces, they immediately forced down the turmoil in their hearts.
After their divine senses swiftly swept across the island, some began exchanging glances. In one another's eyes, they saw disbelief, as well as expressions of dawning realization.
So many Yin-Yang Chaos Sect cultivators had died here. No wonder the three experts had summoned them over and used a layer of restriction to conceal the scene on the ground. They did not want them wasting time discussing it on the way...
The beautiful woman surnamed He had been observing in secret all along. Only after Elder Yang and the burly man surnamed Liao questioned the Void Refinement Realm cultivators leading the groups in front of her, confirming one by one that everyone had arrived, did they look back at her.
The beautiful woman surnamed He nodded slightly. Her frosty face had shown no change in expression, but uncertainty had already arisen in her heart, because she could not detect anything wrong with any of them.
From the surprised looks on these cultivators' faces when they received the voice transmission, to the