"When did Fellow Daoist Lu arrive? I've been so absorbed in cultivation lately that I didn't notice your arrival. I failed to welcome you from afar; please forgive me." A rough face appeared on the thick trunk.
"You probably weren't hoping to see me." Lu Xiaotian stood beneath the towering tree, its branches reaching straight into the clouds. He looked tiny, yet his presence was in no way inferior to the other's.
"What do you mean by that, Fellow Daoist Lu?" Hu Chunman's expression shifted slightly. He quickly forced a smile. He was certain nothing unusual had happened on the edge of the Red Moon Desert, but Lu Xiaotian's words gave him an ominous feeling.
"When did you start conspiring with the Devil Shadow?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"What Devil Shadow? I don't understand what you're talking about, Fellow Daoist Lu. I've been cultivating here all this time and haven't made any unusual moves. Don't believe some irrelevant people's rumors." Hu Chunman still tried to talk his way out of it.
"You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. I thought that since Du Fenghu and Feng Ling had managed to cultivate to this point under your protection, you deserved at least some credit. I never expected you'd been conspiring with the Devil Shadow for a long time, even going so far as to sacrifice hundreds of thousands of members of the Shadow Devil Race. You certainly had an ambitious plan."
Lu Xiaotian shook his head and sighed. "Calamities brought by Heaven can still be survived; calamities brought on by oneself cannot. At your level, trying to meddle in a conflict between Integrated Body Late Stage experts is simply courting death."
With that, Lu Xiaotian merely raised a hand and struck out into the air. A palm print bore