Wandering beneath the foothills of Qingcun Mountain, Zhang Yan waited for the array to activate. Meanwhile, among thousands of cultivators, five individuals moved back and forth, their gazes repeatedly sweeping over solitary Daoists before feigning nonchalance and walking away, as if searching for someone.
Five days later, these five convened in a concealed rock cave. One of them drew a crystalline, luminous treasure bead from his sleeve. As soon as it was in his hand, its radiant glow illuminated the dim cavern, revealing his features.
This was an old man with frosted brows and white hair, tall and imposing, emanating an aura of authority. Glancing around, he noticed a nearby boulder and swept away its moss and water stains with a flick of his sleeve before placing the Bright Pearl atop it. Turning back, he then asked, "Do any of you have findings?"
