The next moment.
Gu Mingxun's premonition was confirmed.
Another Black-Robed Mystic Adept hurried into the main hall.
His voice drifted into the Vice General's ears.
"Near Spirit Flame Lotus Island, a huge number of Flower Nacre have suddenly appeared. I heard their total number is at least a thousand."
The smile on Gu Mingxun's aged face froze completely.
The Vice General unconsciously exchanged a glance with the Sturdy Mystic Adept, and the awkwardness in his heart was beyond words.
Just moments ago.
He had been enthusiastically recounting secret intelligence, firmly insisting that the Flower Nacre Clan's initiative to defect would turn into a joke.
One second later.
Gu Mingxun was slapped hard across the face.
However.
A Vice General was still a Vice General. Not only did Gu Mingxun possess strength far beyond ordinary people, but his skin was far thicker as well.
Gu Mingxun's expression swiftly returned to normal. Frowning, he ordered, "Pei Yan, I don't want to hear 'I heard.' I want an exact number.
"Go to Spirit Flame Lotus Island immediately. Find out exactly what is going on, then report back to me."
His words were exceedingly blunt, with a trace of severity in his tone.
The Black-Robed Mystic Adept called Pei Yan shrank his neck in fright and answered softly, "Yes!"
He did not dare linger and hurried away once more.
After pondering for a moment, Gu Mingxun snorted. "Interesting!"
The Sturdy Mystic Adept beside him was afraid of provoking his superior's displeasure, so he remained silent.
The Vice General habitually put on the air of a seasoned strategist. "It seems this tribe has lived in the deep sea for many years and likely possesses a secret passage through the Turbulent Sea."
The logic sounded quite reasonable.
Yet the Sturdy Mystic Adept vaguely sensed that something