C6 The sovereign is in danger

The main base of the Mysterious Heart Sect was located at the north gate, which was said to be the location of the ghost sect and needed suppression.

"Master, do you have any other orders?" A few disciples respectfully asked Xiao Luo, who was currently meditating in front of the hall. Xiao Luo slowly opened his eyes and shook his head. He smiled gently and indifferently at the disciples. "I need to rest. You guys can leave first."

"Yes." The disciple respectfully bowed and prepared to leave the hall.

Just as the last disciple was about to step out of the doorway, a black and yellow shadow suddenly flew over, causing the disciple to exclaim in a low voice.

When the shadow settled, it turned out to be a tiger-striped cat licking its claws unconsciously.

"Aiya! Little Yellow, why did you come here! " Some disciples recognized that it was their own cat and immediately apologized to the sect master after exclaiming, "I beg that Sect Master be punished! "Disciple knows that I shouldn't have raised animals in the sect …"

"Forget it, it's just a cat. Take care of it." The Sect Master was not angered. His expression was still warm and his gaze was clear.

The disciple immediately bowed and wanted to call Huang out. However, the Tigerstriped Cat refused to leave the hall. The disciple scratched his ears and cheeks. He was so anxious that his face was flushed red, but it was not good for him to use violence in front of the sect master.

"Leave it here. "It's fine."

"Yes …" Finally relieved, the disciple respectfully retreated out of the door and closed it.

The light outside the hall was blocked by the thick mahogany doors, and the hanging curtains were slightly puffed out by the wind, as if something was hiding behind them, trying to peep at the Sect Leader meditating in the middle. In front of him was the tablet that worshiped the Ancestor and the Sky Sovereign. The incense cauldron of the gilded dragon cauldron was still curling and smoking, faintly discernable.

The tiger leather-covered cat had yellow-green eyes. It squatted about half a meter away from the grand master and looked at him with its head turned sideways.

An unknown wind suddenly swirled in the hall, and the incense in front of the altar also flickered. White smoke began to fill the air like a geyser, instantly engulfing the entire hall.

Xiao Luo, Xiao Luo...

In the white mist, there were faint cries, going from east to west, and from time to time, it was hard to figure out what was going on.

The Sect Leader, who was sitting upright, frowned. His hands, which were in the form of seals, trembled.

Xiao Luo, Xiao Luo...

As that fleeting sound grew closer and closer, a pure white hand extended from behind and lightly pressed on Xiao Luo's shoulder. Immediately, his straight back, which was straight like a pine tree a moment ago, trembled, and his chest heaved up and down. The seal on his hands had been completely released. It was as if a thousand jin boulder was pressing down on his shoulder. He bent over slowly and clutched his chest with both hands.

"Meow!" A sharp cat's cry broke all the ghosts and oddities.

All the white mist dispersed into the air, and the fragrance on the altar behind him had already been completely burnt off. Ashes silently fell to the ground.

Xiao Luo, who could no longer maintain his meditative posture, had his right hand on the ground. His left hand was still pressing on his chest. Cold sweat slowly rolled down his forehead, soaking his wide sleeves.

As he slowly opened his eyes, his pitch-black pupils seemed to be covered by a layer of mist as they seemed to be floating in the air.

The tabby stared at him, then arched its back and let out an angry huff. It was as if a poisonous snake had suddenly appeared in front of him, causing his entire body to be on guard.

Xiao Luo raised his head. The veil next to him suddenly parted, and a shadow concealed his expression.

A shrill, miserable howl rang out.

"Sect Leader, what happened?" Pushing open the door to enter was the rain curtain protecting the main sect disciple Xuan Xin. He gripped onto his sword hilt, his face filled with worry.

"Clean it up."

A black shadow flew over and hit the foot of Yu Mu. The protector lowered his head and saw that it was a tiger leathery cat. He couldn't help but exclaim, "This, how could this …"

"Whoever dares to disturb me again will be killed without mercy." Xiao Luo's calm voice came from the depths of the tent. Layers and layers of gauze shadows covered his entire body, faintly revealing his outstanding beauty. The curtain of rain could not be seen clearly at the entrance of the hall, and only felt that this did not resemble the Sect Master's usual style. However, he couldn't say anything else. He picked up the cat corpse, bowed, and left.

A gust of wind blew past, and in the floating curtain, Xiao Luo stood with his hands behind his back.