In the dense forest of the Sacred Demon Palace, the white-haired young man and the glamorous woman still sat cross-legged beneath a great tree. A few days ago, the two had gone out to inspect the sect-protecting grand formation, but they had still found nothing unusual.
Though this had left them somewhat suspicious and uneasy, after observing for several more days without any further abnormalities occurring, they could only let the matter rest.
One afternoon, the white-haired young man opened his eyes again from meditation. Though his face showed impatience, there was also a trace of puzzlement.
"Hmm, why have there been so many matters lately? What has happened to Dao Yu this time?"
Only after more than ten breaths did Dao Yu's somewhat weary voice come from beyond the forest.
"Dao Yu has an urgent matter to report to the Grand Elder. It is of utmost importance. I beg the Grand Elder to grant me an audience!"
"Who could have injured him to such an extent..."
The white-haired young man was greatly startled. Yet at his level of cultivation, very few things could move him. Although Dao Yu had disturbed his quiet cultivation, he still spoke calmly.
"You may enter!"
The glamorous woman beneath another distant tree made no movement at all, as though she were an ancient stone statue that had never changed through the ages.
Very soon, amid surging dense milky-white spiritual energy, Dao Yu's figure came flying over.
At this moment, he had already changed into a set of white robes and still appeared handsome and carefree.
Yet in the white-haired young man's eyes, that was not what he saw. Dao Yu's right eye was exceedingly hollow and lifeless, and his aura was weak as well.
What Dao Yu displayed now might have appeared normal to