The twelve figures that followed stopped in front of the iron gate and did not continue forward.
They seemed to be able to confirm that there was someone in this room.
All the cultivators, including Tang Zhen, kept quiet and did not reveal their existence.
The previous experience had made the cultivators more vigilant. If it was not necessary, they would never open the door.
"Your Excellency, you're hiding in the house, right?"
The old man asked in a low voice. At the same time, he stared at the iron door, as if he wanted to see through everything hidden behind it.
The 11 disciples behind him were also staring at the iron gate, but their expressions were blocked by the darkness.
Tang Zhen was silent as though he had not heard anything.
In the deathly silent environment, only the old man's voice was slowly ringing in everyone's ears.
