The middle-aged man nodded cautiously.
"That's right, Feather Clan Dan Ying."
"What are you going there for?"
Dan Ying did not know why these two Humans were concerned with his group's destination, but he did not dare conceal anything. If they truly were Heavenly Being experts with fully realized Primordial Spirits, able to perceive the minutest details, a few lies would never escape their notice.
"Reporting to my lord, Dragon Tree Monk of Little Cold Mountain Temple has recently announced that he will select a successor to inherit his Peacock King Sutra. The Feather Clan is dwindling by the day and urgently needs a powerhouse to reverse our decline, so I wished to bring some of our clan's outstanding juniors there to try their luck."
Meng Zhao and Zhao Rulíng were both rather surprised. What a coincidence—the Feather Clan members were also heading to Little Cold Mountain Temple?
Just as Zhao Rulíng was about to speak, Meng Zhao stopped him with a sound transmission. Meng Zhao then said to Dan Ying,
"If that is the case, then go. There is no need to concern yourselves with us."
Dan Ying did not know what Meng Zhao was thinking and assumed it was merely a coincidence. After offering a salute, he hurriedly led the several dozen young clansmen behind him into flight, as though fleeing some danger.
Zhao Rulíng did not understand.
"What are you planning? Why not ask him about the Supreme Scepter?"
To be honest, the Feather Clan had declined terribly and possessed few experts. Meng Zhao and Zhao Rulíng could have swept through the entire clan with ease.
Not to mention that there was only one Great Grandmaster, Dan Ying, and several dozen young Feather Clan members here. They were meat on the chopping block, at the mercy of