For a moment, the scene became somewhat awkward. Li Hu's mouth hung open, his words caught halfway out. He did not know whether to continue or stop.
But Su Tu, seated across from him, had already understood what he meant.
"Brother Tiger, you want me to help you lure out the Three Deviant Sect, don't you?"
Su Tu spoke.
Li Hu's expression stiffened slightly. Then he sat back down and sighed.
"Over this period, everything has seemed calm. Martial Propagation has gone smoothly, but the entire North Sea is too quiet. Quiet enough to be frightening."
"Other than the three beasts I hunted, every beast has stopped moving and gone into hiding."
"They must have reached some kind of deal with the Three Deviant Sect. Too much is hidden beneath this calm."
Li Hu spoke in a grave tone.
"I deduced that they must be planning something major. I made corresponding preparations based on the methods they used on other planets before, but it has all gone too smoothly."
The Three Deviant Sect had no more than three ways of spreading their teachings across New Star.
They spread faith in the Three Gods.
They forcibly engraved spiritual marks through mental suppression.
They used suicide to reflect the names of the Three Gods into the eyes of all living beings.
Li Hu had remained wary of these methods over the past few days, and his gains had been abundant—so abundant that they made him uneasy.
Whenever he tried to catch preachers, he caught them. Whenever he sensed strange mental fluctuations, he caught cultists trying to imprint others. In places where crowds intermingled, he could catch fanatics attempting to erase themselves.
It had gone too smoothly. Everything had gone too smoothly, as though these people were medals the Three Deviant Sect had