Hearing this, everyone felt relieved.
"That’s good then..."
"A false alarm..."
"Let’s disperse," Elder Master Xun said.
"Then we’ll take our leave, Gentleman."
The Taixu Sect Master bowed, then departed with everyone.
Leaving only Elder Master Xun in the room.
Elder Master Xun stood for a moment, eyes reflecting doubt, feeling increasingly suspicious, sensing that something was surely amiss, with his Senior Brother hiding it from him.
But if the Senior Brother wouldn’t speak, he couldn’t possibly ask.
Also...
Glancing at the desk stacked full of various Jade Slips, documents, and Flying Sword messages, Elder Master Xun saw...
The Compass was only half deduced...
With less than a year until the Dao conference after the Sect’s reform, dark currents were surging from all sides, complicating matters.
And this Dao conference could very well determine the survival and future of Taixu Gate.
There were too many affairs with scarce time for attention...
Elder Master Xun sighed deeply, sitting down once more, burying himself in the endless flow of Jade Slip messages, trying to deduce that invaluable sliver of vitality from the tangled web of cause and effect...
...
Meanwhile, in the Forbidden Land of the Back Hill.
After Elder Master Xun left, the long-bearded elder opened his eyes once more.
He remained unsatisfied.
Everything his junior said was correct, yet he couldn’t avoid investigating this matter.
He even had a premonition, feeling that this might be the final opportunity.
If the truth behind the Demon Monster cause and effect wasn’t cleared now, who knew how many years until the next chance arises?
Yet, clear in his mind was the realization that no large-scale use of Divine Sense could be risked.
Nothing could garner attention; others couldn’t be disturbed, and his Divine Thought couldn’t waver.
Thus, he discreetly released a small strand of Divine Thought, imperceptibly beginning to search from the back to the front of the mountain.
This approach, however, was much slower.
...
In Yu Er’s room at the Disciple’s Residence.
Unaware, Mo Hua was in blissful satiation.
Thousands of Demon Monsters poured into his Sea of Consciousness, killed by him one by one.