"More than two years have passed. We've finally returned."
Before the dozen or so people could finish grieving, they were startled by a sigh.
Everyone turned in unison toward the source of the voice.
That one glance made the dozen or so people break out in cold sweat.
Though they had all been mourning, they had remained alert to their surroundings.
The dozen or so people could swear to the heavens that they had not sensed anyone approaching in the slightest.
Yet more than five hundred people had abruptly appeared where that voice had come from.
What level of cultivation did these people possess?
"Hm? There are people here?"
Standing beside the speaker was a young man whose cultivation aura seemed comparable to that of the man who was clearly the leader.
The young man looked toward the dozen or so people.
"They're merely a pack of ants. There's no need for us to bother with them. The adults behind us will naturally question them."
"That works too. There's no need to hide the news of our alliance's return."
After the two exchanged a few words,
the dozen or so people watched with their own eyes as the hundreds of people seemed to become mere shadows, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Immediately afterward, another two hundred or so people appeared.
These people could not even be bothered to spare them a glance before vanishing in an instant.
If the dozen or so people had originally still planned to flee,
then after hearing the previous conversation, they collectively abandoned that thought.
The other side already knew about them.
Trying to escape beneath the eyes of so many experts would simply be an international joke.
After that came several groups of hundreds, all strangers to them.
"Land of Shining Stars...