"All right, everything's settled. You three, do whatever you need to do. Don't mind this old guy. I still need to study the gains and losses of this chess game," the child said to the other cultivators, waving his hand dismissively and then lowering his head to examine the chessboard in front of him.
Upon hearing this, the gray-robed elder and the others did not dare to delay any longer and promptly acknowledged his instructions.
Then, led by the cultivator in yellow robes, they exited the hall through another side door.
"I never expected Brother Bai to be..." The middle-aged cultivator from Baiqiao Academy, who had walked only a short distance from the stone hall, couldn't help but sigh.
"I had no idea. Senior Lan only mentioned that he needed to handle something here. How could I dare to ask more?" The cultivator in yellow robes' expression also soured slightly.
After hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator refrained from asking further questions.
The group of young disciples, having experienced the events just now, dared not speak casually either.
In the somewhat heavy atmosphere, Han Li and the others walked through a long corridor and, after a turn, were led to a pale yellow stone door.
Sitting in front of this door was a disheveled figure, motionless.
Although his face was obscured by unkempt hair, it was evident from his gray-white hair that he was not young.
Upon seeing this person, the cultivator in yellow robes showed a hint of respect on his face.
"Elder Wei, I've brought the disciples for the Sword Trial Conference. Can we let them in now?" he asked respectfully.
"Since we're here, let them in. It seems that the Dew of Nectar will flow out later than expected, so these disciples will have to wait a bit longer," the disheveled figure said calmly, with an unexpectedly deep and steady voice.
Han Li glanced quickly at the figure and a fleeting cold light flashed in his eyes.
This disheveled cultivator turned out to be a cultivator at the late Foundation Establishment stage, and he was already at the peak of the False Infant stage.
This made him pay extra attention to this person!
Upon hearing the disheveled figure's voice, the gray-robed elder showed a trace of excitement on his face and took a few steps forward, his voice trembling slightly as he said, "Brother Wei, are you... are you okay?"
This person turned out to be a cultivator from the Falling Cloud Sect!
"Junior Yu, it's been many years since we last met. You've aged a bit too," the disheveled cultivator sighed lightly and said leisurely.
"Brother Wei, why..."
"Enough, we can reunite here after so many years. Let's not talk about the past. When I entered this place, I made an oath. I won't leave the mountain until I've formed an infant. Moreover, I've heard from our two senior brothers that everything in the sect is well managed by Junior Feng. I have nothing to worry about," said Senior Wei calmly.
Upon hearing this, the gray-robed elder's expression dimmed, and the words he had wanted to blurt out were swallowed back.
"A few junior brothers, please wait a moment. I'll open the restriction and let you enter the sacred place," Senior Wei said, standing up and sending out a spell from his sleeve, which struck the yellow stone door. Instantly, the door split silently in two.
Before Han Li could see the situation inside clearly, he felt a pure spiritual energy rushing towards him.
Sure enough, inside was the Tree of the Spirit Eye.
