Hundreds of highly skilled raiders had mostly agreed to join the faction Ling Tian was building, and the sight filled him with excitement. As he watched them eagerly restore their cultivation, he chatted briefly with Lian Yue and the others, then sat cross-legged once more, pondering his plans.
"With hundreds of experts, we should be able to establish ourselves in the Land of Chaos soon," Ling Tian mused. "If we join forces with the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race, and have Sister Yao and Niu Meng on our side, the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox Clan and the Great Strength Divine Ox Clan should look out for us, too. With a faction like that, no one would dare provoke us lightly."
"But Sister Yao's concern is a real problem. We don't have a single cultivator here who can command respect." Ling Tian's brow furrowed, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "If only I could persuade Master to stay with our faction for a while. Brother Lu Yuan says Master has quite a reputation in the Land of Chaos. Perhaps he could intimidate those with ulterior motives."
Many years ago, Lu Yuan had witnessed Wu De's prowess, and he greatly admired him despite Wu De being a member of the Human Race. The fact that a member of the Demon Race could hold a Human Race cultivator in such high regard spoke volumes about Wu De's reputation in the Land of Chaos.
It was said that Master Wu De harbored no prejudice against other races and had even rescued many members of other races from the Land of Chaos's perilous regions. Ling Tian could faintly guess that his mother had something to do with Master Wu De's actions. That being the case, he wasn't worried that Wu De would fly into a rage