Outside the courtyard where the group from Luo Fu Palace was located, countless eyes were stealthily watching them.
Among them, naturally, were people from the Shenxiao Dao.
A middle-aged man and a young man; the middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance, while the young man was extremely handsome and seemed very talented.
Suddenly, the middle-aged Daoist's pupils tightened abruptly, and his body stiffened.
"Uncle Master..." the young Daoist said softly, somewhat puzzled.
Just now, his Uncle Master seemed like he was about to flee, but then he suddenly stopped, his body trembling slightly.
"It's nothing..." The middle-aged Daoist's hands trembled as he clenched his fists tightly, trying not to reveal his shivering, but his tone was obviously unusual.
Just then, a sudden, overwhelming sense of crisis enveloped him, making the middle-aged Daoist feel as if he were facing a life-threatening danger. One misstep, and he might plunge into the netherworld.