"Provided you can ensure your own safety, leave the Fortune Life Domain as soon as possible. If you cannot leave, find somewhere to hide properly. Do not let the Golden Soul Cult discover you."
This was the final order Yang An left for the Traitorous Scripture Society.
At present, the Workshop Master was temporarily unable to extricate himself from the place beyond the continent that had been swallowed by natural disasters. Full control of the Traitorous Scripture Society rested in Yang An's hands, and only he could make the arrangements.
He could no longer spare any attention for those people.
After clashing with Wusheng, the Golden Soul Cult's leader, he had clearly been marked by Wusheng.
To the Golden Soul Cult, the other members of the Traitorous Scripture Society were not particularly strong. Capturing and hunting them down would not be difficult.
But Yang An had already entered Wusheng's sights. One could figure it out with one's ass: most of the Golden Soul Cult's next moves would certainly be aimed at him.
How could he break out of this deadlock?
This had now become the first problem Yang An had to face.
After arranging matters for everyone in the Traitorous Scripture Society, the only uncertain factors were Wen Yin and White Bird.
One had vanished without a trace, while the other remained inside the Golden Soul Cult's main headquarters. Both were equally endangered.
But Yang An had no solution for now. He could only take one step at a time.
As for his own next move, he already had an idea. First and foremost, he could no longer remain at Earth Demon Cliff.
Here, although Huan could protect him, was it not also a prison he could not leave?
Once Earth Demon Cliff was surrounded and Wusheng came again, he