"Creak—"
A short distance ahead, the iron gate was pushed open from the inside, and dim, yellow light spilled out. A hunched figure appeared behind the iron gate.
Yang Xiao quickly walked up, greeting warmly, "Mr. Lu."
Lu Youdao's ghost-like face seemed to have been corroded by strong acid. He nodded slightly, stepped aside, and let Yang Xiao in.
Behind the iron gate was a deep corridor. Yang Xiao followed behind Lu Youdao, unable to resist asking, "Mr. Lu, I'd like to inquire about something."
"About the Yu Yuan Sect master." Lu Youdao seemed to sense something, not turning his head.
"Yes, I want to know if this sect master has a red mark on the back of his left hand."
Lu Youdao stopped at a door, decisively shook his head, "No."
Although Yang Xiao had already known this answer, having seen the sect master himself, he felt reassured hearing it from Lu Youdao.
