The handwriting was peaceful, the content polite.
It even carried a hint of the carefree spirit of a reclusive mountain dweller.
But at this moment, to this menacing group of Masters who had come specifically to "pay a visit," these few simple words were the most scathing and direct form of mockery and provocation.
"Gone traveling? Return date undecided?" The Master in the ghastly green Daoist Robe's face instantly turned livid. He ground his teeth. "That bastard… He actually dared to run off ahead of time?!"
"Search!" Black Mountain Master said quietly.
The Masters immediately fanned out. Their boundless Divine Senses poured forth like quicksilver, scouring every inch of land inside and outside the Daoist Temple, every brick and tile, even probing deep into the Earth Vein.
A moment later, they all reported back, each with a grimmer expression than the last.
"Master, there are no signs of any Concealing Arrays or entrances to hidden dimensions within the Daoist Temple."
