While everyone was engaged in battle, nobody noticed that, right beneath their feet, others were present.
In the spacious secret chamber, the ground was etched with irregular lines. At the center of all these lines sat a monk, his robed figure emaciated and dry. The monk's eyes were tightly closed, without a hint of life emanating from him. His shriveled flesh made him look as though he had died long ago. But upon closer inspection, one would discover a faint glow circulating within the withered flesh, brightening the otherwise dim chamber significantly.
Next to the desiccated corpse, Xuanye sat cross-legged, chanting scriptures.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes. He looked up, a puzzled expression on his old face. "How strange," he muttered. "Could another Buddha Sect expert have arrived? Why do I sense such a familiar aura?"
