Lying Low

Whether Lu Ye or Ying Wuji, both had profound attainments in the arts of Concealment and Formation Dao. Though the cultivators from the Secret Realm were not bad themselves, they were far inferior to the two of them.

Not until the pair had slipped into the Grand Array and boarded the Spirit Boat did those people notice anything. They remained busy with their own affairs.

Since Ying Wuji could not sense Lu Ye's presence, Lu Ye could only release a faint trace of his own aura so Ying Wuji could follow it and stay by his side.

The Spirit Boat had three levels. The top level was where the two Reception Envoys lived; the man and woman from earlier had emerged from the cabins above.

The middle and bottom levels housed the other cultivators from the Secret Realm.

None of these three levels was suitable for hiding for long.

Thus, after boarding the Spirit Boat, Lu Ye led Ying Wuji straight toward the bottom of the vessel.

He had intended to find a place to hide in the hold, but upon arriving, he discovered quite a few living auras there.

Those auras were not particularly strong. Nearly all belonged to Spirit Stream Realm cultivators, and there were even many mortals among them.

After pondering briefly, Lu Ye understood what was going on.

These people must have been candidates brought in by the Secret Realm from Human Race strongholds across the land!

Yuan Xiang had once said that people from her stronghold had been taken away by the Secret Realm. By the looks of it, the pair's luck had not been particularly good. If they had not been attacked by people from the Pure Land and had remained at that stronghold, they might have encountered the Secret Realm cultivators who came