The Qin family's enormous warship still hovered in the air. Lu Xiaotian was weighing whether to board and travel with them for now or make his own way to the Tiansang Wasteland. Each option had its advantages. Traveling with the army would let him conceal his intentions behind the immortal troops. After all, the Tiansang Wasteland was in turmoil, and a Pill Saint going there alone would attract far too much attention.
Yan Ji had asked him to seek the Tears of the Mulberry Spirit in the Tiansang Wasteland, but for now he had little information to go on. Having the lion-maned elder Meng Delin as another useful subordinate was a plus. As for the wolf riders and Profound Immortal experts inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower, they knew he was a dragon. Until he was certain they could be trusted, he would not release them lightly. Their presence could also serve as another trump card.
Of course, traveling with the Qin family's immortal army would leave him at their mercy and expose him to their sudden plots. Each choice had its pros and cons. But on second thought, even if he did not travel with them, the Qin family would likely keep plotting against him. He had spoken harshly to them and refused to board because Yan Jiu, the Fire Swallow Punishment Officer, and his party were there. He had wanted to take the chance to refine the Pill Spirit, lest a long delay give rise to complications. Now that the Pill Spirit had fused with him, he no longer had that concern.
As Lu Xiaotian pondered, a streak of white light shot onto the Qin family's warship. Da Qin Runan, Qin Gang, and the other Profound Immortals then flew down from the ship. The enormous vessel swung around in midair.