That was Lu Yin's way of doing things: finding infinite possibilities within limited rules, while leaving you no grounds to argue.
As for Black Immortal Prison Bone and the others being injured, that was their own fault for being weak. It had nothing to do with anyone else.
And if the other Unknown members were too afraid to hunt down the Ancient Rebels, that had nothing to do with him either. That was the Unknown's problem.
From beginning to end, all he had done was gather four scattered Ancient Rebels together. That was all.
The result he reported to the Main Dao was also simple: the Ancient Rebels had been killed.
He had been anything but lax about completing his assignment to locate one Ancient Rebel point every hundred years.
Even Eight Colors was at a loss for words.
The only effect this incident had on the Unknown was that hunting the Ancient Rebels had gone from an assigned task to a mandatory one. As for whether its members lived or died, it didn't care.
It had spoken to Lu Yin only to warn him.
If Lu Yin had gone even a little further, he would have crossed the line. As it was, he had stopped just short.
Of course, Lu Yin had paid a price.
His identity had been exposed.
The current twelve seats of the Unknown now knew who he was.
It wasn't Eight Colors that had exposed him, but White Unknown.
Being human was a sensitive matter. Anyone who wasn't part of the Wang family or the Flowing Camp was taboo.
In the past, the Unknown wouldn't have exposed Lu Yin's identity of its own accord. But things were different now. It had taken on the task of locating Ancient Rebels, and the Unknown dared to kill