When Yang Lin and Zhao Lin returned to the inner courtyard, it was already late. The disciples who had been guarding the mountains outside were also trickling back.
At nine o'clock that night, Yang Lin gathered the disciples on the training grounds. Sect Leader Lu Chaohuan, the sect's Left and Right Guardians, the elders of the various courtyards, and other high-ranking members of the Xingyun Sect were all in attendance.
"What's going on? Why were we suddenly called back?"
"I don't know, but this is a big deal. Even the Sect Leader is here..."
The disciples were all baffled, whispering amongst themselves.
Zhao Lin, of course, knew the reason, but he was sensible enough to say nothing.
Yang Lin silently counted everyone. After confirming no one was missing, he turned and gave a subtle look, at which Lu Chaohuan and the others let out a collective sigh of relief.
