At this moment, beneath Zheping Mountain, arrived three Taoists clad in purple robes, treading on a mysterious light.
All three were dressed identically, wearing crane robes, crowned with Wangyue Crowns, holding horsetail whisks, impeccably neat without a speck of dust.
A sub-platform of Lie Xuan Sect had been breached, alarming the elders of the sect, who promptly dispatched these three to investigate and mitigate any adverse effects.
After some separate investigations, they gathered together again, and one slightly older among them spoke: "Brothers, have you discerned any peculiarities?"
One Taoist responded: "The Dharma Platform was safeguarded with Prohibition Talismans set by an elder from our sect. Even if we wanted to move it, we couldn't. This person could easily sweep it away along with the disciples, so their cultivation must be exceedingly high."
The elder stroked his beard thoughtfully, "Could it be from the Golden Ling Sect or the disciples of Qingshi Temple?"
