"This expedition into the secret realm had already yielded more than I expected."
Bai Xiaowen had joined this exploration of the Blackfang Domain Secret Realm not only to temper himself, but primarily to obtain Sources of Spirit Force.
Only with enough Sources of Spirit Force on hand could a Lord unleash their full strength on the Main Material Plane.
This was especially true for a Command-type Evolver like Bai Xiaowen.
That was because Sources of Spirit Force served as "mediums," acting as conduits for summoning territorial troops over long distances.
Now, Bai Xiaowen had obtained forty-one Sources of Spirit Force in one go and advanced to level 14, reaching the Mid-Tier Evolver level. The price he had paid was merely seven Bone Archers, and he could summon them again soon enough.
He had exceeded his objective. Even if he returned now, this expedition would still count as a success.
The only thing that had exceeded Bai Xiaowen's expectations was that while fleeing for his life, he had lacked the spare True Essence Force needed to maintain the Transformation Art, revealing his true appearance before Yatelilansuo.
Still, that was not much of a problem. By then, Yuan Lin and the others had already been wiped out.
Besides, Yatelilansuo did not know Bai Xiaowen and certainly would not care about something like his identity as the Lord of White Phoenix Fief. The Transformation Art was meaningless to it—in its eyes, Bai Xiaowen with his peerless beauty and Black Two, a bedraggled hunchbacked old man, were no different.
Even among Earth humans, people could suffer from face blindness when looking at other races, much less entirely different species.
When Yatelilansuo said it would "remember him," it had probably remembered Bai Xiaowen's Spirit Force aura—something even more accurate than modern Earth technology's DNA identification.