At the entrances to the various sealed palace routes.
Baize and Ye Luo, among others, stood quietly, gazing in the direction their Respected Master had departed, silent and unspoken.
Zhang Han stared at the Spirit Stone Token in his hand, puzzled.
Ye Luo, Su Qianyuan, and Dantai Luo Xue also stared intently at the token in Zhang Han's hand.
They didn't know what use the token, given by their Respected Master, served.
But Baize didn't even glance at the token; his gaze was fixed tightly in the direction of the Discipline Hall.
He truly felt a tinge of familiar aura in that direction.
Yet, he couldn't discern who the owner of this faint aura was.
Lost in confusion, Baize didn't wish to rashly offend Chu Yuan by trespassing into the Discipline Hall he established.
He could only stand there, attentively sensing that faint familiar aura.
No matter how he tried to feel it out, he couldn't understand to whom the aura belonged.
"What exactly is inside the tower?"
