The scarlet-robed middle-aged man respectfully replied, "The young master is right. I was simply too impatient."
The young master in the yellow robe waved a hand. "Rare talent and fine character are hard to come by in this world. Old Hong cherishes talent; how could I be any different? Let's see how this person develops. If we can't win him over, we shouldn't make an enemy of him either."
The scarlet-robed middle-aged man nodded. "It's about time. We should get going." He immediately set off with the young master in yellow toward the place where everyone had gathered.
A flash of light flickered again. Xu Yi gathered all his focus. Before he had even landed, he released his astral baleful energy in full and steadied himself at once. Looking around, he found himself in a dense forest.
He sprang onto a thousand-year-old fir and looked out. Several others were already standing above the sea of trees, looking his way. Clearly, they had just gathered here as well.
Soon, more cultivators swept through the sky. A little while later, they came and went in greater numbers, and in the blink of an eye, they had formed groups.
Xu Yi suddenly realized he had guessed right again: the restrictions on communication-type treasures had been completely lifted here.
In an instant, he was the only one left alone. Several groups eyed him with murderous intent, but they were also wary of the impressive score on the Strength Order on his chest. They figured he must be a formidable opponent, and other groups were present too.
If a fight broke out, they risked both sides suffering heavy losses. Even if they killed Xu Yi, someone else might reap the benefits. It simply wasn't worth it.
For a time, the standoff held, and no one