The Mountain-Moving Sect, inside the main hall.

In the seat of honor Pan Boyang's eyes fell half shut, and his shape scattered away like running sand.

Yang Yunheng stood blankly outside the hall, his eyes staring wide, his gaze fixed hard on the many elders in the room. "Is this how you kept watch on him?"

Every one of them sat there in a chill, not daring to breathe out.

One trick of the eye from this Beihong cultivator, and he had fooled a crowd of practiced old things like themselves as easily as that.

"Where has he gone?!"

One of the elders said in astonishment, "Surely he has not fixed his eye on something inside our sect? A personally transmitted disciple of the mighty Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect — would he play the thief in front of so many people?"

"Haaah… hah…"

Yang Yunheng did not answer. The skin of his lips shook violently; he clapped a hand to his forehead, staggered back two steps, and felt the whole world turn over.

It was finished. All of it was finished!

At the thought of Pan Boyang seeing that Shen Yi was hidden inside the Mountain-Moving Sect, taken together with what Yan Chongzhang had told him earlier, a chill went through the Great Elder from head to foot.

One Pan Boyang was of course nothing much; the Mountain-Moving Sect had two Dao-merging colossi holding its seats, and was no small power for anyone to push around at pleasure.

There was no question of their fearing one junior.

But if the matter touched Xue Yan, and this wretched creature was blowing in the man's ear and pouring oil on the fire on top of it… Yang Yunheng clapped a hand hard over his heart. He felt the violent beating against his palm, and even his breathing came unevenly.

"I am going to report to the Sect Master! The rest of you hold yourselves ready! Not one of you is to leave!"

This was no longer a matter a Dao-son could settle. The Sect Master had to be brought out.

Yang Yunheng did…