Two days passed, and the people from Dianjing Valley and Lize Palace arrived too, but there was still no news from Xuanyuan Sect. Unable to set his mind at ease, Dongfang Qingqi sent disciples to deliver a message. They reported back that the Xuanyuan Sect's gates were tightly shut, the copper tripod at the entrance was full of cold incense ashes, and the locals near South Mountain said they had not seen anyone from the Xuanyuan Sect for several months.
This was naturally not good news. Dongfang Qingqi frowned deeply and, turning back, sighed, "Gentlemen, I have no idea what this could mean."
Valley Master Rong, the Vice Palace Master of Lize Palace, and Chu Lei were sitting opposite, all showing looks of solemnity. Only the Vice Palace Master wore a mask, so his expression could not be seen, but the way he kept fanning himself with his feather fan showed he was pondering something.
