With that thought flashing through his mind, He Song could not help feeling that perhaps his previous preparations had still been insufficient.
But now, the arrow was already on the string; there was no choice but to let it fly.
Therefore, though he felt somewhat uneasy within,
He Song remained where he was, not moving a single step, merely standing silently in place and observing the people around him.
As these thoughts ran through He Song's mind,
Integrated Body Realm Cultivators began arriving one after another.
When these cultivators saw the Body Integration Cultivators gathered here, they each displayed different reactions.
Some were as calm as He Song.
Others wore looks of surprise, yet ultimately found a place to stand.
Still others had grave expressions, as though they had realized something.
He Song discreetly took in every change in their expressions.
Though his face remained impassive, as the number of people here continued to grow, unpleasant suspicions gradually arose in his heart.
The number of Body Integration Cultivators appearing here had surged from a little over ten to twenty in a short span of time.
And that number was still increasing.
Perhaps by the time it stopped growing, there would be dozens of Integrated Body Realm Cultivators standing here.
Gathering so many Integrated Body Realm Cultivators in one place—
Who knew what the Nine Yang Sect was planning?
If they truly intended to send these people to guard a secret realm,
just how terrifying must the dangers within that secret realm be?
With such thoughts in mind,
He Song sighed inwardly.
It seemed
that the puppet he controlled would have a hard time escaping this matter unscathed.
He simply did not know
just how severe this crisis truly was.
Thought after thought flashed through his mind.
He Song sighed inwardly.