To be honest.
Even Li Ye had not expected a few casual invitations to draw so many people.
He looked at the vast crowd making its way toward Ruoquan Island.
After hesitating for a moment,
he chose to remain silent.
This was, after all, a place of business. He could not come out to greet customers every moment; how things proceeded would depend on the Beavers.
And at this moment,
the Sword Cultivators had already set foot on Ruoquan Island.
"Eh?"
"The spiritual energy here..."
"How strange."
They immediately sensed that something was off.
The sky was still clear and pristine, yet it was as though a thin veil of black gauze hung over it. Ordinarily, whether it was day or night, or whether the seasons changed, none of it should have affected cultivators.
Even walking naked through Great Snow would have been easy and carefree.
But now,
they felt strangely "safe."
The spiritual-energy structure here was clearly unfamiliar, and they should have been on guard. Yet that sense of "safety" made them lower every defense, leaving their entire bodies relaxed and at ease.
That was a rare thing.
Because of the peculiar nature of their cultivation methods, Sword Cultivators rarely had the chance to relax completely. The moment they did, they even began to feel drowsy.
Had they not retained a sliver of vigilance, they likely would have wanted to collapse onto the ground and sleep like logs. After all, meditating directly in the wilderness to rest was hardly unusual.
Even stranger, this uncontrollable ease did not make them want to resist it.
"Is this the divine might of the Ruo Tree?"
An elderly Golden Core Sword Cultivator narrowed her eyes at the horizon and said gravely, "The Ruo Tree is where the sun rests after setting. It embodies