He felt a cold, silent wisp of energy travel through his body. It seemed to pause for a moment at his Dantian before slowly receding.
'This old bastard is really up to no good. So cautious, he's even checking to see if I've practiced other Cultivation Techniques.'
Zixia Daoist nodded with some satisfaction, then transmitted an obscure and difficult chant into Chu Yun's mind.
After doing all this, Zixia Daoist flicked his sleeve, and his figure vanished from the side hall.
Chu Yun ignored the complicated and malicious gazes of his fellow disciples and strode out.
He had only taken a few steps when a young acolyte ran over from nearby, shouting, "Senior Brother Chu Yun, someone is here to see you outside Zixia Temple..."
"Here to see me?"
Chu Yun was taken aback, not quite understanding. Behind him, however, his fellow disciples' expressions shifted slightly, as if they had realized something.
