Luo Yingbai silently concentrated following his words.
Indeed, his divine consciousness was like a ray of light, first a thread, then gradually expanding, merging with the entire mountain, land, and world.
Infinite divine consciousness returned to his own body, and Luo Yingbai suddenly opened his eyes. Xia Xianning stood right in front of him, looking at him with concern. Seeing Luo Yingbai was safe and sound, he visibly let out a sigh of relief.
Luo Yingbai, disregarding everything else, grabbed Xia Xianning’s arm: “Xianning, I found the intruders!”
They couldn’t yet determine the identity of those who had broken into Changliu Sect, but both Xia Xianning and Luo Yingbai suspected there was a traitor in the sect—not only was the mountain-protecting formation broken by external force when they entered the mountain, but also because the intruders Luo Yingbai sensed were divided into two groups: one confronting the sect’s disciples outside the training ground, and another quietly ascending the mountain from behind.
Luo Yingbai said: “I’ll go check the training ground, you follow those sneaking up the mountain and see who they are.”
Xia Xianning nodded, cautioned him to be careful, and then took another small path.
Luo Yingbai walked alone towards the training ground. Changliu Sect belonged to the Taoist school, having cultivated on Saiyuan Mountain for hundreds of years, with buildings in classic ancient style, all built like Taoist temples, but now completely empty and silent.
The time Peng Xuan mentioned had indeed deviated slightly, and he and Xia Xianning had landed right in the midst of this turmoil.
Luo Yingbai saw from a distance that many people were gathered around the training ground’s perimeter, seemingly in a standoff without fighting, and he couldn’t tell their identity or purpose.
He stood behind a tree observing, and saw several junior brothers emerging from a small temple on the training ground’s side. As they approached the tree, Luo Yingbai reached out and grabbed one of them by the shoulder: “Lin Xing.”
Lin Xing, already in a highly tense state, nearly jumped at Luo Yingbai’s sudden tap and call, his hand instinctively moving to his sword hilt.
Another disciple beside him stopped Lin Xing, saying happily: “It’s Senior Brother Luo! Senior Brother, how did you get here?”
