There were twelve people following Lu Tianming. At his words, quite a few of them looked over. One asked curiously, "Teacher, who are you talking to?"
Lu Tianming turned back to glance at his students. Calling them students was not entirely accurate; they were merely people from major families who had studied under him for three years. The only one he was truly close to was his granddaughter, Tao Yue.
In that frivolous old society, they had been too intimidated by their families' influence to act recklessly. Things were different now, however. Lu Tianming could not be sure whether even this student, who seemed closest to him, had a problem.
"Zhao Lin, what do you think about this? Fei Yang called me just now. He said it might be an enemy trap and told me to be careful," Lu Tianming said.
Zhao Lin, a twenty-eight-year-old young man, frowned. "It probably isn't a trap. This happened too suddenly."
No one else in the vehicle spoke. The lights were off in the car at night, leaving everyone shrouded in darkness. Lu Tianming could not see their eyes or know what they were thinking.
At that moment, Lu Tianming felt both utterly furious and despairing. He had never imagined that the temple's poison ran so deep that even people from his academy had been led astray without his knowledge.
Still, it made sense when he thought about it. If an Otherworld God had personally spoken with his students and promised them certain things, there was nothing he, as their teacher, could do to stop them.
Lu Tianming sent Fei Yang a message. "Check who in the academy had contact with the temple before it fell."
Someone like Fei Yang understood the situation at once. "I'll investigate right away. Slow down your vehicle and