Unexpectedly, Ye Wulong was also here, and he was in a minor managerial position.
The old man said, "Make sure you take good care of those few from foreign tribes. Make sure they don't die halfway; they have a very important role to play later on."
Ye Wulong replied, "Rest assured, Palace Master, I will definitely take good care of them."
Ling Zhenfei was very curious. It seemed Li Hen Palace had captured some individuals from foreign tribes. He really wondered what they intended to do with them.
Ling Zhenfei was very curious about which unfortunate foreign tribes had been captured by people from Li Hen Palace.
He wanted very much to take a look, but right now, Ling Zhenfei's tree was surrounded by these people from Li Hen Palace. Although his soul wouldn't be discovered by these people, Ling Zhenfei was extremely nervous.
Especially the Master of Li Hen Palace, who gave Ling Zhenfei a formidable pressure, though he didn't know why.
Even though Ling Zhenfei hadn't even seen this person's appearance, just hearing him speak moments ago, Ling Zhenfei felt a sense of familiarity.
But because he hadn't seen what he looked like, Ling Zhenfei had no way of finding out who this person was.
Everyone was gathered around the old man.
The old man then said, "I know you are all anxious to go up and fight those from foreign tribes, but I must tell you, don't rush. There's plenty of time for battle.
I can assure you, the Supreme Divine Palace isn't easy to battle. Wait until they've exhausted themselves—then it will be our time to act. By that time, the whole world will look up to our Li Hen Palace."
Everyone bowed again, "Palace Master is wise and mighty, Sea Without Bounds!"
The old man laughed heartily, and Ling Zhenfei suddenly felt a sense of recognition at his laughter, as if he had met this old man before.
He immediately remembered the old man who had incited the loose cultivators on Xianling Mountain.
At this thought, Ling Zhenfei was deeply shocked. If the Master of Li Hen Palace was indeed the old man who incited the loose cultivators on Xianling Mountain, then this person was indeed terrifying.
Why was he terrifying? It was because it meant he was the one who single-handedly orchestrated the tragedy among humans.
If loose cultivators hadn't scrambled to get into the Foreign Land at his instigation, the sacrifices would have been far fewer.
It was precisely because he stirred up the loose cultivators that they suffered heavy losses as soon as they entered the Foreign Land.
But this was merely Ling Zhenfei's own conjecture. Previously, he also suspected that the old man was someone dispatched from the Foreign Land.
Because only if the old man was from the Foreign Land could all of this be explained.
But now it seemed that if that old man was indeed the Master of Li Hen Palace, then it could also explain everything, for the nature of Li Hen Palace was just like that.
He merely aimed to achieve his goals; if human cultivators progressed too smoothly, it would be disadvantageous for Li Hen Palace, thus inciting the loose cultivators caused an overall weakening of human strength upon their entry into the Foreign Land.
But all these were merely Ling Zhenfei's speculations, thoughts that he devised himself.
At this time, a person in a black robe began to rest there, while in the distance one could occasionally hear the vibrations of spiritual energy or the cries of intense battles intermingling with the numerous roars of wild beasts.
Night time was always insecure, especially in this vast forest.
Countless beasts and countless Demon Hunters were lurking.
This was also the reason why the loose cultivators began to gather because fighting alone in such an environment was perilous.
The Demon Hunters' strength was relatively formidable, as the previous cultivators had observed from experience.
Lu Tao had recounted to Ling Zhenfei how their group was killed by a Demon Hunter.
The Demon Hunter Lu Tao mentioned was too powerful, he hadn't encountered such before.
Except being attacked from a distance by a Demon Hunter with a flying sword.
Ling Zhenfei felt at the time that his own strength was insufficient, so he fled desperately.
At that moment, a person dressed in black came back running, saying to the old man, "Reporting to the Palace Master, the Demon Hunters have made significant moves. Many scattered cultivators have been attacked."
The old man contemplated for a moment and said, "In this forest, unless they group together, they will undoubtedly be killed. Upon reaching the Supreme Divine Palace, human cultivators would only be left with a few major organizations."
"Palace Master, should we make a move in advance?"
The old man said, "Steady the nerves, what's the rush with making a premature move. We aim for the greatest gain with the least loss."
Those around didn't dare to speak further.
At this moment, another black-robed person came running from the distance.
"Reporting to the Palace Master, the resting place has been cleared; you may go rest now."
The old man nodded and said, "Then let's head over quickly."
They all rose and headed toward the distance. Ling Zhenfei's soul followed along, and in the distance, amidst the forest, a small clearing appeared.
Clearly, the trees had been felled to create this clearing, and in the middle of it, there was surprisingly a wooden house.
Ling Zhenfei remembered being here earlier; at that time, there was no house. Evidently, the house was temporarily built by the people from Li Hen Palace.
Ling Zhenfei was quite amazed at how much the Master of Li Hen Palace loved comfort, temporarily erecting a house. He really wondered what went through this person's mind.
Ling Zhenfei retracted his Divine Sense, returning to outside the tree hollow.
At this time, those from Li Hen Palace were slowly moving toward the direction of the house.
The procession had reached its end, and Ling Zhenfei saw several small carts at the back resembling carriages.
These carts were drawn by an animal resembling a horse, and the carts at the back were very small—perhaps only capable of seating one person each.
The carts numbered seven or eight in all, guarded by people as they moved forward.
Ling Zhenfei guessed that these carts must be carrying those individuals from foreign tribes.
Ling Zhenfei was very curious about which foreign tribes were considered so valuable by the old man.
Thinking about this, Ling Zhenfei decided to let his soul take a look. But to Ling Zhenfei's surprise, the carts were protected by restrictions; his soul couldn't enter.
Breaking through the restrictions would require using extremely potent Northern Spiritual Energy, but Ling Zhenfei wasn't inclined to use such powerful Northern Spiritual Energy.
Thus, there wasn't much he could do. Even though Ling Zhenfei's curiosity was piqued, he dared not act recklessly.
If found out, it would be very difficult for Ling Zhenfei to escape.
Once these people were far enough away, Ling Zhenfei felt it was also time for him to leave. Being so close to people from Li Hen Palace was unsettling for Ling Zhenfei.
Ling Zhenfei lightly signaled the Lightning Bird, which descended from the sky. Ling Zhenfei mounted the Lightning Bird and headed into the distance.
According to the time, it was already the latter half of the night.
Ling Zhenfei flew aimlessly for a while, and then a voice came through his radio.
"Attention, Special Action Group, those who hear proceed to gather two kilometers west of the lights immediately, assemble right away."
Ling Zhenfei recognized it as the voice of the Eastern Emperor, and it sounded somewhat urgent.
Two kilometers west of the lights was a clearly specified distance.