Keeping a low profile was not unique to Qu Jianlei's team. On the Eastern Prosperity Continent, plenty of people did the same.
For example, Heyang True Person lived quietly in Zhu Family Market. Those in the know understood how formidable he was; those who did not simply had no idea.
After the last tribulation lightning, no one within the Yan Family's sphere of influence was unaware that Red Leaf Ridge was anything but ordinary.
Such a force had actually been set up by someone. Damn... what a massive piece of gossip! For a while, even fewer people rushed over to find out what had happened. What if they were misunderstood? Everyone could only secretly gather intelligence, hoping to figure out what exactly had occurred.
In fact, even Qu Jianlei himself was somewhat bewildered.
He did not have time to arrange the aftermath before sending down his divine sense. "Wu Laoliu, are you sure someone sabotaged her?"
This was the fifth time Wu Laoliu had directly received the leader's divine sense, and he still felt immensely honored—nearly two years, and only five times!
He answered decisively, "First One, I'm not sure, but I believe there's a considerable possibility."
"Most importantly, I know of similar methods!"
Qu Jianlei was in an awful mood. If not for that last sentence, he would have cursed him out. So you're fucking guessing?
But now, all he felt was intense surprise. "For example?"
Could someone really affect the chances of succeeding in a tribulation? "Some secret arts that lock onto one's aura," Wu Laoliu did not dare speak too definitively. "And curses... there are too many. I'm not proficient in them."
He truly did know about them, but he only understood the general principles. He was unsure how many such secret arts existed, much less who