Ling Tian had summed up the power struggle behind Fairy Meng Shang and the others' journey deep into the Barbaric Land in a few words. Su Ying was full of curiosity, but she also found his analysis quite impressive.
Ling Tian and the others were communicating through their spiritual sense, so outsiders had no idea what they were saying. But seeing them huddled together so intimately left the Human Race experts even more shocked—and even more jealous of Ling Tian.
A refined man in green robes approached Ling Tian and the others. He was tall and slender, with handsome features, sword-like brows sweeping toward his temples, and bright, starry eyes. He had a carefree air about him. Unlike those arrogant men, he was quite even-tempered; being around him felt like standing in a spring breeze, comfortable and pleasant.
"Xiao Meng, I've finally found you. Don't go wandering off again. Your cultivation is impressive, but you can't keep making everyone worry like this, can you?" He pretended to scold her, like an older brother reprimanding his little sister.
Unexpectedly, Fairy Meng Shang lowered her head before him. "I know, Brother Ming Ye."
Seeing her admit her mistake, Ming Ye's expression finally softened. He glanced at the time. "We should hurry. We can't let those Alien Race members get there first."
Fairy Meng Shang nodded and continued deeper into the Barbaric Land under Ming Ye's lead, while the Human Race experts followed as well. Whether by design or not, they slipped between her and Ling Tian, subtly surrounding him.
Ling Tian didn't care. He merely smiled, though inwardly he mused, Ming Ye gives me an unfathomable feeling. That doesn't seem to fit with his tenth-place ranking on the War Immortal Ranking.
Once he learned Ming Ye's name, Ling Tian realized that he