The scene flickered again,
In a babbling stream, four people each held a reed in their mouths as they hid underwater, doing their utmost to suppress their auras and daring not to make a sound.
Huang Tian's spiritual perception was exceptionally keen. The slightest hint of anything amiss would ruin everything.
Only in this river could the current carry away every scent, while the vast schools of fish helped conceal their auras.
Not long after the scene shifted, an unremarkable-looking middle-aged man came racing downstream from the river's upper reaches.
No Soul Rings appeared, and he leaked no Soul Power, yet his steps were remarkably fluid. A light touch against the ground sent him soaring more than ten meters.
Without a doubt, it was Huang Tian.
The real Liu Erlong was instantly horrified. She forgot that the people in the scene were herself, Xiaogang, and Flender, and shouted inwardly,
"Run! There's an ambush up ahead!"
"Liu Erlong, you stupid pig! You can't even see through such a simple lie? You've been led around by the nose!"
"Huang Tian has worked miracles time and again. He must have some trump card that can help him escape our Martial Soul Fusion Skill, right?"
Perhaps it was simply easier to see things clearly as an outsider. Or perhaps the Liu Erlong in the scene had been hexed—her behavior was utterly incomprehensible.
From the negotiations and the final agreement, she had already discovered the truth: Huang Tian didn't want the Grand Auction House's slave-catching teams to keep capturing slaves at will on his territory.
There was no way that could be called evil. If anything, he was more responsible than the vast majority of noble lords with fiefs.
The Great Soul Arena Alliance and the Grand Auction House Alliance were the two great neutral