Ben Biao was still outside the Ruins, waiting desperately for the dozen or so cultivators to return with good news.
Perhaps only when the Ruins closed completely in four or five days would he realize that the people he had sent out would never return.
Inside Tu Mi's Flying Vessel, Lin Qing naturally heard Hua Yao's voice.
"Ben Biao? Someone hunted me inside the Ruins. They were probably sent by Ben Biao. He must have come here too."
Tu Mi's gaze turned cold. Ben Biao was merely a second-heaven True Immortal, beneath her notice. She had always seen him as a clown, never imagining there was such a history behind him.
Tu Mi immediately moved to turn the Flying Vessel around, but Hua Yao hurriedly stopped her.
"Tu Mi, we can't attack outside the Ruins. There are too many people."
In the Sin Abyss, Hua Yao and Tu Mi were both the sort who minded their own business. Ben Biao was different. He often conducted filthy dealings in secret.
People like Ben Biao had one thing in common: plenty of disreputable friends.
A great many cultivators from the Sin Abyss had gathered outside the Ruins. If any of them happened to be Ben Biao's friends, attacking him there would be troublesome.
"Hmph. To think I have to be this careful just to kill a mere second-heaven cultivator."
Despite her words, Tu Mi took Hua Yao's advice.
But as Tu Mi had said, Ben Biao was only a second-heaven cultivator. Not being able to strike outside the Ruins did not mean they could not strike elsewhere.
Tu Mi picked up her Communicator and contacted someone. The connection went through quickly, but no voice came from the other end. Unsurprised, Tu Mi spoke directly into it.
"One million. I need Ben Biao's