"Good lad!"
Daoist Xiushan slapped the jade table and stood up, the table disintegrating into dust.
"Sneaking into Qinghe Sacred Land to cause trouble? That's quite a feat!"
Hundreds of disciples had already gathered outside the pavilion, each wearing a look of disbelief.
They had just received a message—the missing Gu Sheng, gone for half a year, had caused such a commotion in the rival Sacred Land.
"Master!"
A girl in red rushed in.
"Spies from the Six Great Holy Lands are all inquiring about Senior Brother's whereabouts!"
Daoist Xiushan squinted his eyes, and a golden light flew from his sleeve.
The light transformed mid-air into a star chart, with the star representing Qinghe Sacred Land shaking violently.
"Send the command down."
The elder's voice was full of long-lost bravado.
"All Tianlan disciples, fully support Gu Sheng's return!"
