An unexpected stroke of luck had come his way. Ye Kang hadn't expected the mission to go so smoothly—he'd been kidnapped and brought here directly.
He raised his head without betraying a hint of emotion. Ahead, the Mountain Valley was cut through with ravines, and towering trees on either side formed a dark canopy whose top was lost from sight.
The trees stretched on without end, turning the sky into a gloomy expanse. No sunlight reached the ground; it was like an outpost of hell.
The martial artists who had been kidnapped were already trembling. They might not know much, but they could still sense the danger lurking here. It was beyond anything they could withstand.
Chu Yi folded his Folding Fan, anticipation showing in his eyes.
"Everyone, your opportunity lies ahead. Follow me, and you can go from being insignificant Rogue Cultivators to martial artists admired by thousands. So don't worry. Nothing will happen to you."
The crowd exchanged glances, but none dared speak. Only one plain-looking woman raised her head and asked, "Is what you say true? You won't kill us?"
Chu Yi looked at her in confusion. "Kill you? How could I bear to? You're all exceptional talents I carefully selected. Don't worry. As long as you survive, you'll become my guards. From then on, you'll be second only to me and above thousands."
At his words, quite a few people looked hopeful.
Perhaps what he said was true?
Only Ye Kang's expression remained unchanged.
Survive? How could that be possible?
If he truly intended to let them live, he wouldn't have spoken his real name so openly in front of Ye Kang.
Now that he knew their real names, how could he possibly leave any survivors?
But Ye Kang wasn't in a hurry. On one hand,