The alchemical scripture immortal cast a discerning gaze over the ground of the Sword Garden, a flicker of something unusual shimmering in his eyes.
He seemed to casually glance toward the spot where the Slaughter Immortal Sword Envoy stood, and inwardly thought: “Not bad, not bad. I’ve smoothly entered this Turmoil Sword Garden. Of the two major tasks for this journey, one and a half have been accomplished. Next, I shall carefully observe within this Sword Garden to see whether the Turmoil Immortal is in seclusion or has already been reincarnated…”
With this thought, a sense of ease settled in the alchemical scripture immortal’s heart.
In his view, merely gaining entry here meant the latter half of the mission was essentially complete.
After all, the greatest difficulty in investigating the truth of the Turmoil Immortal Palace lay in entering it under the sharp watch of its disciples.
Moreover, the Sword Garden trial was not something finished overnight; it would take at least a month.
And a whole month was plenty of time for him to thoroughly scan the entire Sword Garden.
Not to mention that someone within this Sword Garden would be keeping watch over him.
A faint smile tugged at the alchemical scripture immortal’s lips.