Shen Yun was a little stunned, this set of purple slips, this would be suspended in his sea of consciousness, and the treasure was shining. Of course, this is just a flickering light in the sea of knowledge, and there is no clue to be seen from the outside.

What is this? Although he was curious, he didn't bother to look at it, and stepped forward again to salute and thank him.

"Don't be polite, the old man is gone, remember to be kind to Xue Ling. The middle-aged scribe's hand was raised slightly, and Shen Yun was stopped with a force.

Shen Yun hurriedly responded respectfully, and the middle-aged scribe smiled slightly, pointing to the sky with one hand.

I saw a milky white light wave shooting into the sky, and in the distant starry sky, a black vortex suddenly appeared, bottomless, as if a passage appeared in space.

There were so many incredible things that Shen Yun saw today, and he even forgot to be surprised.

Even though it was late at night, there were still a few monks flying in the sky. To be precise, it should be a monk hovering in the air, or a monk flying at an extremely slow speed.

The middle-aged scribe glanced at Xue Ling deeply again, full of reluctance. One last turn, no longer hesitating, flew into the air.

Shen Yun almost saw only a flash of light, and in a flash, the middle-aged scribe entered the whirlpool, and then the whirlpool disappeared.

At the moment when the middle-aged scribe disappeared, the whole world seemed to return to normal all at once.

The few leaves that Shen Yun's divine sense had locked on were slowly falling at a normal speed.

A few monks flying in the sky hurried by, as if nothing had happened just now, and there was a long and short chirping of small insects in the courtyard.

After the middle-aged scribe disappeared, in the back mountain of Qixing Peak, in a highest-level cave mansion to receive guests, a young man who looked to be in his thirties frowned slightly, stood up from the futon, and said to himself: "This is?"

The monk, with pale eyebrows and starry eyes, had a very plump and handsome face, but at the moment his expression was uncertain.

"The treasure is not so bright, is it not so soon, is it dazzling?" the handsome young man muttered, his eyes looking in the direction of the valley peak.

He closed his eyes again and spread his divine consciousness to the entire Seven Star Sect.

When the handsome young man's divine sense swept over Shen Yun, Shen Yun immediately felt a sense in his heart, and his body suddenly stiffened, and his tense breathing paused for a moment.

This coercion came and went quickly, and it dissipated in an instant.

Shen Yun didn't even stop walking back to the attic, and secretly scolded himself for being too obvious just now, and he should have disguised it more naturally.

The divine consciousness of the handsome young man combed the Seven Star Sect like a comb.

Then, with a strange face, he sat down, and he didn't find the slightest clue about the treasure just now.

However, the strange thing was that several low-level disciples of the Seven Star Sect were aware of his divine sense probing.

These disciples, although their movements and expressions have not changed much, the handsome young man still judged that the other party was aware of him.

With his cultivation, under normal circumstances, it is unlikely that anyone in the entire Seven Star Sect will sense his divine sense, unless the other party has special exercises or has a secret treasure.

The handsome young man did not have the slightest covetousness, after all, most monks had their own secrets.

It's just a little curious to observe these disciples, and then he just does.

Among these people, Shen Yun Huoran was among them.

Shen Yun had just walked into the attic at this time, and although the divine sense just now was abrupt, he didn't take it to heart, after all, it was in the sect, and he thought about which sect elder he was casually probing, so he quickly put this matter behind him.

looked at the sleeping Xue Ling, and felt something.

Obviously, the middle-aged scribe must have something to do with Xue Lingding.

Fortunately, he has always been dependent on Xue Ling, and he didn't treat her as a spiritual pet at all, let alone make any ceremony to recognize the master, otherwise, whether he is alive now is still a matter of two words.

Shaking his head with a smile, he sat down cross-legged and began to recall the scenes from the previous fireball demonstration.

Shen Yun had a feeling that although this scene seemed to have little effect, it would definitely be of great help to his future cultivation, so he must remember it firmly.