Unfortunately, the middle-aged man's aura spread for several miles, and not even the movement of a rabbit could escape his notice. Yet, he didn't sense the slightest fluctuation of Primordial Power.
'The intruder is an expert!'
The middle-aged man's expression turned exceedingly grim. It was one thing for a disciple to be killed outside the Sect, but for two to be killed so silently, right at their own doorstep... it was like someone had viciously slapped him across the face.
An old man behind him bent down, staring at the wounds on the two dead disciples for a long time. He even touched one lightly before saying calmly to the others, "It was a Divine Weapon."
The few people of varying ages behind him exchanged glances, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes. One of them, an old man who looked to be at least a hundred, was skeletally thin with a face crisscrossed by wrinkles as deep as gullies. He looked so frail you'd think a strong gust of wind could blow him over.
