In the Red Luan Starfield, four streaks of light sped past, vanishing in a flash into the depths of the starfield.
The Underworld Yama had set out, descending upon the Red Luan Starfield to aid the Ghost Clan's migration.
Several days later, above a Primeval Great Star, the four Underworld Yama appeared. They did not descend in haste, but cautiously observed the Ghost Clan's situation.
"Tell me, we're not being deceived and walking straight into a nest where we'll all be wiped out, are we?" Luo Xingchen asked, looking at the Primeval Great Star below, beginning to lose his nerve.
"Is that necessary?"
Mu Qianshang shot the former an annoyed glance and mocked, "Even if the Ghost Clan had laid a trap, they would wait for a chance to plot against the great figures of the Human Race. Do you count?"
"How am I not a great figure!"
Luo Xingchen immediately flew into a rage and retorted.
At the side, the Kaiyang Fourth Crown Prince quietly watched the two argue without stopping them. It was not the first time they had quarreled until their faces reddened and their necks bulged; he had long grown used to it.
"Rest assured, there is no ambush."
As the two argued, Ning Chen opened his eyes in the distance and withdrew his divine sense. "Before leaving, I set several Time Restrictions on this great star. Should the aura of another race appear, I will be able to sense it."
"You can do that?"
Surprise appeared on Luo Xingchen's face. Then he coughed lightly and said with dissatisfaction, "You should have said so earlier. You had me worrying for nothing."
"Did you think I would let you come take risks without making preparations?"
Ning Chen said blandly.
"Haha."
Luo Xingchen laughed awkwardly. That had been