Dongfang Yi's expression changed. The message talisman bore no markings and gave her no instructions.
There was only an arrow pointing in the direction the immortal army had retreated. The fact that someone had sent her a talisman like this, and in a place like this, meant the sender was almost certainly among the immortal army—and quite possibly someone who had come to the Immortal Realm from the lower realms.
Dongfang Yi had crossed paths with Lu Xiaotian now and then, mainly during their trip to the Law Mirror Immortal Tree. The few members of the Wood Jiao Clan and the Demon Race who knew about it had basically all been killed by Lu Xiaotian.
Dongfang Yi wasn't worried that outsiders might guess there was some connection between them. Temporary alliances of convenience in a place like that were perfectly normal.
Besides, her relationship with Lu Xiaotian had always been rather strange. They had each saved the other, yet had remained in a state of neither closeness nor distance.
Who in the immortal army could it be? Dongfang Yi's brows knitted slightly, but her attention soon shifted. The sender had sent the talisman because they didn't want to reveal their identity, and there was no point in trying to figure it out now.
Of all the demons and monsters who had arrived in the Immortal Realm around the same time as Lu Xiaotian, or before and after him, not one had reached his level. Given the Immortal Realm's large-scale campaigns, it was understandable that a few who still had some old ties might not want to expose themselves.
Once their identities were revealed, they would face certain death. Not everyone had Lu Xiaotian's knack for stirring up trouble.
"The immortal army is retreating. The entire army will march out. We