"It was most likely so. But this Ghost Clan's divine abilities were anything but ordinary, and his realm was even higher than mine. If we fought him head-on, the casualties would likely be considerable. Once we gather a few more helpers, we'll keep this Ghost Clan here as well. As for that boy, he dared lure the Ghost Clan into Woundless City without any backing. If he dies at the Ghost Clan's hands, so be it. If he survives, we can decide later how to handle him."
Cheng Dexiang said privately, "Do you gentlemen have any objections to this arrangement?"
"Brother Cheng is prudent and steady; this is an excellent plan. That Ghost Clan fellow is truly arrogant beyond measure, daring to barge alone into the immortal city jointly governed by our three nations. This time, we must make him unable to swallow it or carry it away." Another burly middle-aged man with a face full of beard chuckled.
"Eh? Where is that boy going? That direction leads to Woundless Lake."
"Never mind him. Let's follow him first."
Having reached Woundless City, Woundless Lake was not far away. Especially with the Bat King's Dharma Wings speeding him along, Lu Xiaotian remained expressionless. Being treated as a discarded pawn by a group of Nascent Soul Cultivators was perfectly normal. His heart did not stir in the slightest; it was simply that his present predicament had left him with few choices.
Soon, he swept over the heads of tens of thousands of cultivators and mortals, heading toward the lake beneath the blue sky, where wisps of chill rippled across its surface.
Lu Xiaotian did not hesitate much before plunging headfirst into the lake.
"That boy actually went into the lakebed. Has he gone mad? How could a mere Woundless Lake stop such