The moment You Bin spoke, the atmosphere inside the meditation chamber plunged to freezing point.
None of them dared enter the Netherworld Fierce Land now. Their purpose in Cuiwei Market Town was, in truth, simply to find that brat's whereabouts.
If they couldn't even handle such a small matter, how were they supposed to answer to the higher-ups of the Celestial Race?
"Duke You... Duke You..."
Just then, a Celestial Race cultivator ran in from outside, breaking the oppressive atmosphere inside the meditation chamber.
"Grandmaster Yufeng has divined that brat's aura..."
Hearing this clansman's words, all the Void Refining Stage old monsters of the Celestial Race inside the meditation chamber revealed excited expressions.
Only Huan Kong, standing at the back of the crowd, merely gave a bitter smile. He knew that brat far too well.
There was no need to guess. This was definitely a method that brat had arranged to muddle the aura readings of the clan's divination cultivators.
But at a time like this, he didn't step forward to point it out. Why ruin everyone's mood? He might not even gain anything from it.
"Immediately issue a massive reward and hire the cultivators of Cuiwei Market Town to go investigate the place where that brat is..."
Ever since tens of thousands of their clansmen had been utterly defeated in the Netherworld Fierce Land, the other Celestial Race cultivators had no longer dared enter it.
Starting the next day, the Celestial Race hired quite a few demonic cultivators in Cuiwei Market Town and sent them into the Netherworld Fierce Land to search for Su Fan's exact location.
Meanwhile, Su Fan had settled down peacefully in Rock Fort, spending every day lounging comfortably inside the Portable Secret Realm.
Every now and then, he would stroll around Rock Fort. His days