By the looks of it, this Flowing Camp was like the Mother Tree Bark. Though it was only bark, its range was vast, and Yunting was the hub that connected all the scattered parts of the Flowing Camp.
Seventy-two Yunting, was it?
He looked up. Ahead stood solemn, imposing pavilions and towers. The countless guards he had expected were nowhere to be seen; there were remarkably few living beings around.
The creature led the way, taking Lu Yin through courtyards and pavilions until they reached the highest point in Yunting: the largest sky garden. Two creatures inside were excitedly discussing something.
When Lu Yin saw them, his gaze flickered. They were creatures of the Karma Master Clan. .🅆.
Once he arrived here, Death Lord's summons vanished. That meant Death Lord had only led him into the Mother Tree Trunk. As for what he was supposed to do here, there had been no further guidance.
The creature had brought him here, so it seemed this was the purpose of his trip.
"Greetings, Saint Qian, Saint Yi."
"Chen has arrived."
The two creatures of the Karma Master Clan turned around. They ignored the creature and looked straight at Lu Yin.
Lu Yin faced them calmly.
Their gazes were full of curiosity, but also dismissive.
The Master Clan were born superior to others.
Even Lu Yin, a powerful figure of the Main Dao of Death whom Death Lord had acknowledged and staunchly protected, meant nothing to them. The simplest truth was that they could kill him, but he could not kill them.
"You're Chen?" one of the Master Clan creatures asked.
Lu Yin had Zhou Boss translate. "Yes."
The creature fixed its gaze on Zhou Boss, the humanoid skeleton who had emerged from the Withered Sea, and asked irritably, "So, which of you