Tears Don't Fall Until the Coffin is Seen

Lin Fei stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across Pearl Island.

More than thirty Cultivators had already revealed themselves, all of them at the Nascent Soul Realm.

As for how many more Cultivators were hidden on the island, there was no way to know.

"Fellow Daoists of Pearl Island, that was just a joke."

"The two of us have actually come to join you. We hope you'll take us in."

Join them?

A late-stage Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator stroked his chin as he examined Lin Fei and Fu Changsheng.

"One late-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator and one at the Nascent Soul Realm's peak, and you came to join a small force like ours?"

"With your cultivation, why not go to Bliss Island, Mist Fiend Island, or Ice Demon Island?"

Lin Fei had not expected the other party to be so wary.

He did not know that the many islands of the Myriad Demon Sea were openly and covertly at odds with one another, with no one trusting anyone else.

Only Bliss Island, Mist Fiend Island, and Ice Demon Island were exceptions.

They had numerous Spirit Transformation Realm experts stationed there, enough to intimidate an entire region and establish rules.

Any Cultivator who set foot on those three islands had to abide by the rules.

At the same time, those three islands would guarantee the personal safety of anyone who came ashore.

For this reason, Bliss Island, Mist Fiend Island, and Ice Demon Island were the only three islands in the Myriad Demon Sea where all kinds of transactions could be conducted. They were also absolutely safe places.

"Since you don't welcome us, then forget it."

Just as Lin Fei and Fu Changsheng were about to leave, the other party suddenly changed his tone.

"Wait."

"It's not