In the Purple Star Starfield, war chariots streaked across the sky. The Ghost Clan migrated in its entirety, and after months of arduous travel, finally reached a safe haven.
Behind them, Ning Chen, Mu Qianshang, and Luo Xingchen caught up and joined the group in time.
"How do you plan to arrange them?" Mu Qianshang asked gravely.
"Bring them back to the Underworld," Ning Chen replied.
"Bring them back to the Underworld?"
At the side, Luo Xingchen nearly tumbled out of the sky. He stared at the person beside him in disbelief and said, "Has something gone wrong with your head? That's our old nest. We don't even know whether these people are trustworthy, and you want to bring them back just like that? Wouldn't that expose our whereabouts?"
"What benefit would the Ghost Clan gain from exposing us?"
Ning Chen said calmly, "Wouldn't it be better to keep the Ghost Clan under watch right beneath our noses?"
"You usually seem so clever. Why have you suddenly become so stupid?"
Luo Xingchen said in exasperation, "What if the Ghost Clan are spies of the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan? Wouldn't every move we make be completely exposed? Did fighting turn you stupid? You can't even think of something this obvious?"
"Not necessarily. Knowing Fate may have a point."
At the side, Mu Qianshang suddenly spoke, his voice grave. "Leaving aside whether the Ghost Clan are truly spies, even if they are, as long as their clansmen remain under our control, they will not dare act rashly. Moreover, only Knowing Fate can control the divine restrictions around the Underworld. Others cannot freely enter or leave at all. At the first sign of unusual movement, we would be the first to discover it. Compared with letting the Ghost Clan drift beyond our sight,