What should they do now?
Though they were inside an illusion array, his instant kill of the Fourth Rank Ox Demon had left an incomparably deep impression on these Confucian Cultivators.
At this moment, over a hundred Confucian Cultivators all turned their gazes toward Zeng Anmin.
Zeng Anmin gave them a meaningful look.
Then he rose to his feet and walked toward the Princess within the illusion array.
"You intend to gather the Confucian Cultivators and probe the truth behind this Red Mist?"
The Princess remained expressionless, her brows faintly knit.
Zeng Anmin nodded solemnly and bowed.
"Now that we have captured this mountain and completed the task Commander Zeng assigned us, this red Demonic Mist has appeared too strangely. I fear it is a scheme of the Demon Race."
"Rest assured. If there is any danger, I will contact my father at once."
Zeng Anmin took a jade pendant from his robes.
It was a Pure White Jade Pendant.
"This is a Signal Talisman from the Imperial City Department?"
The Princess was clearly someone who knew her goods.
"Yes. My father and I each possess one. This Jade Talisman is how we keep in contact."
Zeng Anmin looked earnestly at the Princess.
He feared that she might be worried for his safety.
"Very well."
The Princess pondered for a moment, then raised her head to look at the Red Mist shrouding the entire mountain. She nodded solemnly.
Zeng Anmin let out a breath of relief.
Without the slightest hesitation, he left the tent and turned his gaze upon the hundred-odd Confucian Cultivators.
"Move! Down the mountain!"
Zeng Anmin looked at them gravely.
"Yes."
The hundred-odd Confucian Cultivators also understood the gravity of the situation.
Without hesitation, they followed Zeng Anmin, gathering together as they headed down the mountain with