After learning that enemies were approaching, Ling Tian's avatar stationed at the main camp quickly took command and issued orders.
Ming Ye soon understood why Ling Tian had told them to retreat, but some still didn't get it. Mo Yan asked, "Brother Yuan, why are we running? Shouldn't we hit them head-on? We could catch them off guard that way."
"Yan, just follow orders. You don't need to worry about the command decisions," Mo Yu said. Seeing Mo Yan grin sheepishly, he sighed and explained, "Brother Yuan is deliberately showing weakness to lure them in. Our biggest advantage is the grand formation Elder Ling and the others set up. A head-on strike might give us a decent advantage, but it could scare them off—or at the very least put them on their guard. Then it'll be even harder to wipe them out."
At that, everyone nodded, understanding Ling Tian's intentions.
"Brother Mo is right. We want to lure them in and make them think we're weak," Ling Tian said with a nod. Then he turned to Ming Ye. "Brother Ming, your task is a little dangerous too, so choose people who are good at movement techniques. Ideally, they should also be good actors, so they don't give us away..."
"Heh, all we have to do is act weak? We've seen Daoist Ling Li put on a performance. That won't be hard for us." Ming Ye teased him lightly, drawing laughter from the group.
"Of course, luring them in by showing weakness is only one goal. I have another request for you." Ling Tian saw Ming Ye turn serious and continued with his orders. "Try to find out which realms these people belong to. That'll help us figure out a lot and plan accordingly."
"Understood." Ming Ye nodded and began making