Yu Xuan stepped into the cave again, after walking some time he appeared underground, right where the lion beast had lived.
Inside, the six disciples he had "transferred" earlier were gathered, whispering among themselves with exhausted expressions.
Yu Xuan cleared his throat.
COUGH!
Then, very deliberately, he spat a generous splash of fake blood onto the ground.
About hundred milliliters, because Yu Xuan believed in authenticity.
He released his presence just enough for them to notice.
The group instantly snapped into alert mode.
After everything they suffered in this cursed hidden realm, even the sound of wind put them on edge.
"Who are you?! And how did you enter here?" the green-haired senior sister demanded.
Her eyes sharpened when they landed on Yu Xuan's borrowed appearance, that of Mo Lin, a modestly handsome youth with black hair, black eyes and the uniform of the Discipline Committee.
Despite her agitation, the uniform reassured her.
Only slightly.
