Xun Ziyou and Xun Zixian both noticed it, their eyes turning grim.
With this chair here, it means there's a person of high status lurking behind the scenes in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
Their figures flickered, breaking through the screen and lifting the beaded curtain, stepping up to the top of the grand hall.
All around was empty—there wasn't a soul in sight.
And not a single trace was left behind.
Mo Hua stirred his Divine Thought, quietly using a bit of Heavenly secret Calculation, catching a faint, lingering cause-and-effect clue nearby.
The remnants were light, not yet completely faded.
Which meant someone had just been here.
Soon, Elder Xun Zixian's gaze sharpened, settling on a corner where a seemingly ordinary screen painted with Jinxiu mountain scenery stood. He slapped it with his palm, channeling Spiritual Power into it.
The screen shuddered—the Formation Pattern on it flickered, holding for a moment before shattering completely, revealing an entrance.
