After confirming that everyone from the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race had withdrawn, Shi Ao took a long time to calm down. At last, he accepted reality. He was indeed worthy of being one of the Golden Lion Clan's future heirs. The more setbacks he faced, the more determined he became. Before long, he had pinpointed the problem and begun making new plans.
"Grandpa Shi Heng, those people must have had a way to evade our eyes and ears. Otherwise, tens of thousands of Mysterious Spirit Bee clansmen couldn't have escaped so easily." Shi Ao spoke with certainty, then changed his tone. "That means the number of people they showed us was probably far fewer than their true numbers."
"Mm, that's very likely." Shi Heng pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "I once heard of a kind of artifact that could store people inside it. Perhaps the low-cultivation members of the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race were stored in one."
"Mm, that must be it." Shi Ao nodded, his eyes flashing. "So, from now on, we shouldn't think of them as tens of thousands of people. I estimate there are fewer than a thousand of them out here. After all, it took Uncle-Grandpa Shi Xin less than a day to get from the Mysterious Spirit Bee's stronghold to here, and the Teleportation Formation can transport only a little over ten thousand people."
"That's true." Shi Heng had evidently understood. "If we look at it that way, they could have all left through this Teleportation Formation. Young Master, what should we do next?"
"Since we can guess that these people are heading to the Land of Chaos, we should focus on the routes leading there." Shi Ao looked into the distance. "We can stop considering the Mysterious Spirit Bees with