Although Ling Tian's spiritual sense was not as keen as Fairy Meng Shang's or Lian Yue's, it was still quite sharp. He hadn't sensed Qiong Lie lying. Besides, Fairy Meng Shang was right there; if Qiong Lie had lied, she would have sensed it immediately.
"You've got me all confused, kid. What do you mean?" Poxiong asked, utterly perplexed.
"I believe Qiong Lie wasn't lying. He really doesn't know who the God-Devouring Yao Body is, so he doesn't know whether it came or not," Ling Tian explained, then muttered to himself, "All the young experts from the various races have gathered this time, and people with unusual physiques are everywhere. This must be a feast for the God-Devouring Yao Body. There's no reason it wouldn't come."
"Oh, your analysis makes some sense," Poxiong said, suddenly enlightened. Then he murmured, "Venturing deep into the Barbaric Land is extremely dangerous, and the various races are fighting one another. It's only natural that some cultivators will die horribly. If the God-Devouring Yao Body mingles among them and profits from the chaos, it won't have to worry too much about exposing its identity, either."
"Exactly," Ling Tian said, then sighed. "The problem is that none of us knows who the God-Devouring Yao Body is or what talents it has devoured, so it'll be very hard to deal with."
Ling Tian wasn't particularly afraid of the so-called God-Devouring Yao Body, no matter how terrifying people said that physique was. But there were many people with unusual physiques in his Lingxiao Pavilion, and he was worried the God-Devouring Yao Body might target its disciples. That was why he wanted to eliminate it as soon as possible.
"Come on, you don't need to worry too much. Min'er and the others are still a long way from ascending,"