Wen Tingdao trusted Lu Xiaotian, but he still held something back. In fact, Lu Xiaotian did not necessarily think Wen Tingdao was wrong. You could not put all your eggs in one basket. Since the Thirty-Six Altars of Tianmu held another world within, and the Dragon Race seemed to have another way out, Lu Xiaotian had no need to insist that they come to the Green Fruit Barrier.
After all, even though the situation was now perilous, the Dragons gathered in the secret realm were still an immensely powerful force. Without seeing the strength behind Lu Xiaotian, why should they trust him? In truth, the Dragon Race within the Green Fruit Barrier was not particularly strong either. Black Dragon was its only Golden Immortal-level powerhouse. Even if he showed them that strength, it would be even less likely to convince people like Muye Daofeng.
Since that was the case, it was better to spare himself the trouble and not waste time on something pointless.
Lu Xiaotian himself was not necessarily safe, either. Since the Dragon Race had another way out, sending Wen Yan and the others there would not be a bad idea. The two sides had already formed a bond of goodwill. If they could later establish a foothold somewhere else, that might offer Lu Xiaotian a way out as well.
In fact, even though Wen Tingdao had not said so outright, Lu Xiaotian had already guessed that the destination was probably somewhere in the Immortal-Demon Battlefield. The Immortal-Demon Battlefield was vast beyond measure, and the choice of where to open a passage meant something entirely different to the Corpse Race, the Qilin Race, and the Dragon Race.
"Then I'll leave it to you. I still have to fight them for a while, and perhaps I'll come meet up