"Lord Zhao Yan..."
"Lord Zhao Yan..."
Shen Lin witnessed an utterly absurd scene. A crowd of late-stage Heavenly Immortals, even peak Heavenly Immortal figures, began offering treasures to their own Imperial Seed, their faces full of fawning smiles.
Only after their senior brother nodded did they leave in satisfaction, fleeing far away as though avoiding the plague.
Before long, the area had emptied out, leaving only the two of them behind.
"Senior Brother... isn't this... a little too overbearing? Ants can bite an elephant to death. If the countless forces under heaven all become enraged..."
Shen Lin swallowed hard, speaking in fits and starts, his tone laden with fear.
"Then let them come to the Five Elements Palace. Opportunities belong to the capable. If they can't hold onto them, who can they blame?"
Lin Xuan waved a hand indifferently. "Enough, stop babbling. Call Wei Qing back. Gather up every opportunity that fell from the rifts. Those who refuse will be killed without mercy."
"Senior Brother... you mustn't. This will offend..."
Shen Lin tried to stop him, but halfway through his words, Lin Xuan cut him off with a cold glance.
"Are you defying orders?"
A chill settled over him. Shen Lin felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar, and terror swept through his body and soul in an instant.
"I wouldn't dare!"
Shen Lin hurriedly took out a Transmission Talisman and sent a message.
Wei Qing arrived quickly, bringing several excellent refining materials with him.
After landing, Wei Qing and Shen Lin exchanged a glance. With that single look, they traded a great deal of information, and both felt incomparably heavy-hearted.
"Enough, quit dawdling. Remember this: kill every last one who refuses to hand over their opportunities. If you don't dare to kill them, bring them before