Inside the cave.
"Congratulations, Brother Tang Lin." As soon as Tang Lin broke through, the others offered their congratulations.
For the Yanyue Sect, this was a joyous occasion.
"Thank you, Ninth Elder."
Tang Lin looked at Ning Jiang with gratitude. He knew that Ning Jiang was the one who had brought about this change; without him, they wouldn't have been strong enough to obtain even a single stalk of Blood Spirit Ginseng.
"Since you've called me Ninth Elder, there's no need for thanks," Ning Jiang said with a wave of his hand.
Hm?
Suddenly, he sensed something. His brow furrowed as he pulled a Jade Scroll from his robes.
On the side of the Jade Scroll inscribed with the three words "Floating Snow Hall," a crack had appeared.
"Floating Snow Hall is in trouble."
Tang Lin and the others immediately understood that something serious had happened.
