"Fifty thousand low-grade immortal crystals. If you can prove your worth, I don't mind giving you a little more." There was no time to waste, and Zhu Yan agreed readily.
Lu Yiming's brows shot up. Even though they were True Immortals from the Guiling Immortal Region, they were hardly rolling in wealth. If Zhu Yan hadn't come to take control of part of the local immortal crystal mines, and if they weren't in the middle of such a chaotic situation, she would never have been so generous. But he had witnessed Lu Xiaotian's strength with his own eyes and knew he was no match for him. This fellow before them was only a rogue immortal—was he really worth that much?
"Fine." The Lotus Avatar nodded. Zhu Yan had agreed readily, leaving him little room to bargain. Fifty thousand low-grade immortal crystals were worth making the trip for. Danger lurked everywhere, and no one knew how far the Howling Moon Wolf Clan's cavalry had advanced. No matter which direction they went, they could run into a True Immortal-level wolfman. In that case, following Zhu Yan wasn't a bad idea—especially since he could profit from it.
As for Zhao Xiuyuan, the Lotus Avatar had no intention of leaving him behind either. He beckoned, and a beam of sword light enveloped Zhao Xiuyuan. The five of them continued onward at breakneck speed.
Corpses littered the way. The blood-red haze all around them seemed drawn by some force, streaming toward a fixed destination. Though Zhu Yan and Lu Yiming had never been to the Misty Hall, they could both sense that something was amiss. As they pressed on, they also came across many stretches of ground strewn with the corpses of Guiling Immortal soldiers and wolf cavalry alike.
"Immortal Zhu, the Guiling Immortal Army