Having received word in advance, the other Witchers of the Heavenly Azure Tribe had all hurried over to welcome them as well. Leading them were the old man named Sang Tuo and the scar-faced big man. As for the rest, they were merely low-ranked Witchers at the Spirit Movement Stage; they did not dare say much, only standing respectfully to the side with awe on their faces.
After the greetings, there was naturally another round of pleasantries. Lin Xuan felt that the two men's attitude toward him had changed greatly. When they first met, they had still been somewhat cold, but now they appeared especially friendly and warm. Presumably, this time he had rendered the tribe a great service, and his cultivation far surpassed the two of them by more than just a little. Master Withered Leaf was advanced in years; after he sat in meditation and passed away, Lin Xuan was very likely to succeed him as an elder of the tribe. Naturally, the two wanted to curry favor with him.
Having figured this out, Lin Xuan naturally chatted and socialized with the two without changing expression, then returned with them to Master Withered Leaf's cave residence.
The scenery was unchanged. Master Withered Leaf was in an excellent mood; all the worries and anxieties from the journey had been swept clean away. Unlike its former glory, the present Heavenly Azure Tribe was merely an inconspicuous little tribe, located in a remote region several thousand li from Kui Moon City. The Ghost Emperor Haotian should not drift all the way here.
After they were seated, mortal servants naturally brought fragrant tea. Once they had rested for a while, Master Withered Leaf rose and took out a Storage Bag from the secret chamber beside them.
With a flick of his wrist,