After sending sound transmission talismans to the two ghost cultivators, Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang, Lu Xiaotian restrained his aura to the utmost. He found a place to hide while keeping a close watch on his surroundings, especially the movements of the Flying Cavalry Tribe.
Although the Flying Cavalry Tribe would be greatly affected by coming to Yin Wind Valley, who knew whether word might leak out and Golden Core cultivators might come rushing over?
In any case, Lu Xiaotian, who had only recently escaped danger, did not want to recklessly put himself in peril again. He had had no choice when rescuing Dongfang Yi, but when he had a choice, Lu Xiaotian absolutely would not take risks.
One must not harbor the intention of harming others, but one must always guard against others. Lu Xiaotian had always lived by those words. The cultivation world was perilous at every turn; if he had not been cautious enough, his bones would have long since lain cold in the wilderness. How could he have survived until now? Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang had worked with him pleasantly enough back then, but nearly two years had passed. Ghost cultivators were ultimately difficult to fathom, and who knew whether they had heard some rumors about him from the outside world? After all, the battle with the Flying Cavalry Tribe had caused quite a stir. It was not impossible that the two might seize the chance to inform the Flying Cavalry Tribe in exchange for enormous benefits.
After sending the sound transmission talisman, Lu Xiaotian did not wait in place. Instead, he ventured deeper into Yin Wind Valley and waited midway along the route the two would have to take. That way, even if they had developed treacherous intentions and wanted to deal with him,