The old man's expression shifted, his eyes clouded and uncertain. After a brief hesitation, he made up his mind, "You just wait!"
After he finished speaking, his fingers moved slightly, and a Sound Transmission Talisman instantly formed. The old man whispered something into it before it vanished into thin air.
Moments later, a ripple spread through the air, and the old man looked up at Ding Cheng and the others, his gaze deep and complex.
His eyes rested on Xia Mian's face for a long time, as if something came to mind, but he said nothing.
"You may enter! The young lady is waiting for you in the Divine Manor." The old man waved towards Ding Cheng and the others, not giving them another glance.
Ding Cheng didn't mind the old man's attitude. The Divine Clan people always prided themselves on being noble and only took notice of the former Wood Clan leader.
