The Guardian Hall of the Immortal Martial Continent had not kept its mouth shut very well.
And Mayfly True Lord, who was elusive all day long, had also provided a clue for those with doubts.
Then there was this... within the Wizard system, Wizards had no obligation to keep the matters of Ancestral Star cultivators secret.
All three factors carried the possibility of leaking confidential information, and the Guardian Hall knew the most.
Over the past ten years, those Heavenly Zither mighty figures who had come seeking a stroke of luck had gradually pieced things together.
As the saying went, when it concerned a heaven-defying opportunity, who would be willing to let it go?
What Guan He True Lord meant by "soft-hearted" was precisely that Feng Jun and the others had not imposed restrictions at the time.
Even if they did not silence everyone who knew, they should at least have forced them to swear a Heavenly Dao Oath, right?
Hearing this, Feng Jun exchanged a glance with Yi Jue, then finally sighed. "Forcing them to swear... would probably still end in killing."
The reasoning was plain enough. The Guardian Hall cultivators believed their "resources had been stolen," and they were still full of resentment.
If they were truly pushed too hard, they might very well fight to the death.
No one failed to cherish their own life, but cultivators also placed great importance on having an unobstructed state of mind.
"Hmph." Guan He True Lord snorted softly and commented noncommittally, "In any case, your handling was rash."
"By my estimate, who knows how many True Venerables and True Lords have already gone to the Ghost Shaman World..."
Feng Jun and Yi Jue exchanged another glance, both seeing the deep helplessness in the other's eyes.
But in the end, Yi