"Your Majesty, the Golden Scale Clan has reported that Human Cultivators have frequently been active in the waters surrounding their lair recently. They have likely discovered their existence. They are requesting permission to relocate. What do you think...?"
Beneath the surging azure sea, within a magnificent crystal palace, an ugly Sea Race creature with a human head, fish body, and purple fins behind its ears carefully reported to Kongsang Lifeng.
"Human Cultivators? People from Myriad Manifestations Palace again?" Kongsang Lifeng frowned slightly.
"They are all Golden Core Cultivators, most likely from Myriad Manifestations Palace. They have been acting with extreme caution."
"Myriad Manifestations Palace has been making such frequent moves lately. Could they be planning something again?" Kongsang Lifeng set down the object he had been toying with, his thoughts sinking into contemplation.
Compared with the Demon Race, the Sea Race was undoubtedly better at gathering intelligence. Their spies were scattered throughout the Cultivation Worlds along the coast, and coupled with the Demon Race's infiltration methods, they had begun doing this long ago. Thus, they were exceptionally sensitive when it came to intelligence.
He had watched every move in the Borderlands over the past few years. Ever since the alliance of the Nine Regions of the Southwest three years ago, he had caught a whiff of danger. Combined with Myriad Manifestations Palace's recent actions, he increasingly felt that the Human Race might have discovered their plan.
Thinking about it, that was only natural. The Human Race was, after all, still the strongest race in this world and masters of intelligence work. Even if they had left behind only a few clues, it was possible for them to reverse-engineer the plan.
If their plan had indeed been exposed, then the movements of the major Cultivation Worlds in the Borderlands were easy