Although there was an army of a million outside the main camp, when Lu Chuan wanted to leave, Wutian did not call for anyone to stop him or surround and attack him.
Today was supposed to be the day he chose to lay his cards on the table with the Black Lotus. Who would have thought that, in the end, it was the Black Lotus who laid its cards on the table with him?
Of course, from that moment on, he had also sensed Lu Chuan's magic power. It was indeed astonishing, enough to be called a peak figure of the Great Luo realm.
However, never mind a Daluo Golden Immortal—even if it were the Ancestor Realm, he would have no fear. The prerequisite, though, was that he had to heal his injuries and repair the Twelfth-Grade Black Lotus.
"Giant Scorpion, Ying Yao!"
Wutian called out. He knew these people through and through, so he knew they were very loyal to him.
Ironically, these loyal subordinates of his were all incapable. Basically, they had not handled more than a few things that made him happy.
The only one who was capable, reliable in handling affairs, and valued by him was even an undercover agent—
That left him very tired at heart.
"Buddha, what instructions do you have for your disciples?"
The two came in and saluted as they spoke.
"The Black Lotus left?"
"He left. Right, your disciple saw the Holy Envoy heading toward Longevity Mountain."
Giant Scorpion said in surprise, "What did he go there for?"
She thought of how a certain Holy Envoy had practically walked with wind beneath his feet just now, and when he passed by her, he had even taken the initiative to greet her, unusually enough.
One had to know that in the past,