"Is that so—"
"It seems our new neighbors truly aren't so simple."
"Still, Illusory Mist Realm Country is ultimately only a newly rising nation. Its foundations are still shallow. As long as they don't come looking for trouble with us, there's no need to pay them too much attention."
As time passed.
The Tian Sui Zhen Yang Sect envoy group led by Wei Lin had successfully returned to the Tian Sui Zhen Yang Sect. They had already reported everything they had seen and heard in Illusory Mist Realm Country to their immediate superior.
However, while their superior had not chosen to disregard their thoughts and opinions, he had not taken them too seriously either.
At the end of the day, Illusory Mist Realm Country was merely a nation that had been established not long ago.
Even if its founder was rather powerful.
It still had little impact on the Tian Sui Zhen Yang Sect, which had stood firm for countless years.
Furthermore, they had held no grudges in the past and no enmity in the present, with a vast expanse separating them—
So what if the other side was somewhat stronger?
It had nothing to do with them anyway.
Thus, although Jin Mufeng, the sect master, had developed some interest in Ling Wuyuan.
As for any so-called sense of crisis—
He truly had none.
It was an attitude of hanging the matter high when it had nothing to do with oneself.
Faced with Jin Mufeng's answer.
Wei Lin opened his mouth.
But in the end, he did not voice any rebuttal.
It was not that he did not dare offer his superior advice.
In truth.
He simply had no idea how to refute him.
This world had never lacked individuals and factions with potential. What it lacked were individuals and