The tall, thin elder with the jade pendant at his waist stood still, silently turning his head to glance at the figure of Zhu Yourong who rushed forward without hesitation.
He thought for a moment, but said nothing.
First, he raised his head and glanced at the dome of the Great Hall, silently conveying the specific location of this royal tomb hall back to Linlu Academy... Once these things were done, the tall, thin elder held the scholar's jade disc and quietly surveyed the hall around him.
Similar to his actions was the silent ink knight behind him.
His entire body was gathered with snow-white sword energy, shrouded in a gray aura, at this moment his indistinct snow eyes meticulously scanned the hall once.
One Confucian, one ink knight, two cultivators of Taiyi, their divine senses vast as the sea.
The traces within the hall carried vast amounts of information.
