Fwsh—
The sudden arrival of these figures plunged everything outside the Ten Thousand Forms Pavilion into dead silence.
Liu Shiqian and Elder Chiyang stood without a word. However hard they tried to hide their shock, their pupils still shrank on reflex.
With their cultivation, the two of them couldn't actually see through these beings in dark-gold dharma-robes—how strong they really were, or how deep their realms went.
But from the sheer presence alone, it looked more as if these few had the Dragon Palace surrounded!
“Old Liu, who on earth are these people?” Elder Chiyang swallowed and couldn't help asking through a voice transmission on his Dao token.
Liu Shiqian slowly closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and admitted, “I don't know.”
Truth be told, apart from having merged with a treasured site that Chiyang hadn't, he knew just as little about the Ten Thousand Forms Pavilion.
But a scene like this was far beyond anything the two of them could get involved in—even though he had now reached the early stage of the Earth Realm.
Whatever happened, since Sect Master Shen had been comfortable sending him here, Sect Master Shen couldn't possibly mean him harm.
“……”
The Dragon Palace's many water demons couldn't quite make sense of the situation.
They had gone out on tour with the Fourth Prince. Wherever they went, however big a power the immortal sect or demon clan might be, everyone was polite to them and fawned all over them.
But today they seemed to have grabbed hold of something with thorns.
The two trusted great demons Qi Zhaoping had brought along were starting to look strange. The longer this went on, the more it resembled what had happened on their last visit.
They couldn't help grumbling to themselves.
Last time, they'd helped repair the floor tiles before they left. Surely this time they wouldn't have to help patch up the sect-protecting grand formation on the way out?
It was only a grumble—but the next words they heard made the looks on the two aides' faces several times stranger in an instant.
“Let's…