After providing the slots, the Flame Group members relayed an important piece of news to Liu Jian, the fake Evil God—outsiders had recently entered, apparently to investigate them.
They were referring to Wenren Sheng's Ruyi Puppet. It was staying in the city's finest hotel, in its finest suite. The surveillance devices installed in the room had already been uncovered, and they had detected no movement from it for several days.
They privately pressured the guest room manager and other hotel staff, learning that the other party had begun paying attention to the Flame Group and was very interested in information about it.
Hearing this, Liu Jian's heart tightened. He was no clueless Ordinary Person; he knew of the existence of Prophecy Art and many other Mystic Reconnaissance skills.
Had he already been exposed?
No. Even if something had been exposed, it would only be that Red Orb.
He forcibly comforted himself, then began to complain inwardly.
Couldn't they just let me peacefully farm and develop for a while?
Why were the enemy's reactions so fast? He had even chosen the most pathetic Southern Continent.
If he had dared establish this kind of Evil God territory in the Eastern Continent, he would probably have been strung up and beaten by now.
Who was investigating him?
Could he win them over?
If he could not recruit them, should he abandon his territory and hide, or confront them head-on? Countless questions, choices, and decisions rose and fell in his mind.
Only then did he understand how difficult it was to become a High-rank person who accomplished anything.
No wonder even capable emperors in history had not lived particularly carefree lives.
He had only just begun and had only just encountered an enemy, yet he was already in such a predicament. What would happen