Master had already entered the Empire. My master's wife—no, my martial uncle—should have been traveling with him. Yu Lian, of course, knew about this. The medical clinics Mei Niangniang had established in Huaxu were now staffed by only a few apprentices, and Yu Lian knew that too.
Big Sister Natalia and Senior Brother Hinata had originally planned to follow Master around as a pair of sword-bearing attendants, but the old man had shaken them off. So the two of them had no choice but to operate along the Femo border, and they had even gotten in touch with the Independent. Yu Lian knew that too.
In short, with Lan and Mei's abilities, as long as they didn't get in each other's way, slipping across the border without a trace and evading the secular world's walls of bronze and nets of heaven and earth was about as easy as drinking water.
However, the closer they got to the Imperial Capital, the more experts they would encounter, and the more entangled the causes and effects of spiritual energy would become. It would also grow easier for them to expose themselves.
But even if that happened, so what? In the Galactic Empire as it stood, who besides the emperor himself could actually stop Master?
Even with the Galactic Empire's power and population, there was only one person like Emperor Ilesel, who stood on the side of Truth.
And even with the Tirero Military Aristocrats' martial spirit and occult knowledge, they couldn't possibly produce a dozen demigods to serve as cannon fodder.
Fifty years ago, as a demigod, he had once swept his sword across nine thousand light-years. What would he be capable of now, having already reached the side of Truth?
Sooner or later, he would reach the Heavenly Domain and give the