"Someone's broken in!"
Lin Fengxian stopped his steps and pointed to the compass with a sword-like gesture. A circle of light bloomed, revealing the entrance.
A few Innate Realm disciples followed his gaze. In their vision, a stranger with big strides walked into the cave. The light and shadow behind him shrank and about ten disciples of the Imperial Sect lay motionless on the ground, their life or death uncertain.
"Chief Steward, the accomplices of the Dragon Spring Old Weirdo are here. This man has not delved deeper yet. We should stop him as soon as possible." A disciple thus suggested.
If Lu Bei were here, he would recognize this man, the chief steward of the Imperial Sect, Huang He.
"Let's ignore him for now. It could be a trick to distract us. We should seize the opportunity and catch the Dragon Spring Old Weirdo." Lin Fengxian shook his head. The direction Lu Bei was heading in did not coincide with the Dragon Spring Old Weirdo's. It was pure coincidence perhaps.
