"Senior, you came for the more than one thousand clanspeople rescued from Roaring Dragon Mountain, didn't you?" Lu Xiaotian asked with a smile.
"You know perfectly well why I'm here. In any case, you rescued my captured clanspeople, and I and my entire tribe are deeply grateful. But now we have no news of so many of them, and don't know whether they're alive or dead. Shouldn't you give me an explanation, Young Friend Ying?" Wen Tingdao said.
Zi Luo, Wen Yufeng, Muye Bianrang, and the others were stunned. Lu Xiaotian had actually rescued more than a thousand clanspeople from Roaring Dragon Mountain. What an astonishing feat! How could someone with no more than a Heavenly Immortal's cultivation possibly manage that? If Wen Tingdao himself hadn't said it, they would have thought it was complete nonsense.
Back then, when more than thirty members of Zi Luo's group had been captured by two or three thousand Corpse Race members, Lu Xiaotian's projection clone had only helped them escape, and many of their clanspeople had died along the way. In the end, only a handful had likely survived. Even then, that projection clone had been destroyed by a Heavenly Immortal-level Corpse Race member while covering their escape into the Golden Profound Stone Vortex.
The fighting at Roaring Dragon Mountain had already ended, and the main forces of the Corpse Race and the Qilin Race had mostly withdrawn. Even so, there had to be at least twenty or thirty thousand elite troops stationed there in person. How could anyone possibly break through? The others pricked up their ears, hoping to hear more secrets from Lu Xiaotian and Wen Tingdao's conversation.
"Your clanspeople are safe for now, Senior. Their lives aren't in danger. I can't tell you anything more."
As Lu Xiaotian replied, Wen