Chen Fan looked expressionlessly at Yu Ning'er, who lay on the ground. The Slaying Immortal Holy Land sounded like one hell of a powerful faction.
"Have you heard of it?"
He looked up at Jiangbei Old Devil and the members of the Gongyang Clan standing nearby.
"No."
Jiangbei Old Devil frowned in thought for a while before shaking his head. "I can say for certain that no such faction exists in Jiangnan. I don't know much about East River or Jiangxi. Perhaps it's there."
"There's no such faction in East River or Jiangxi either."
Gongyang Yiyue, the Gongyang Clan's Grand Supreme Elder, said gravely, "I know a little about factions that call themselves holy lands. They're all extremely powerful, but I don't know the specifics. None of the factions around us call themselves a holy land."
"Hmm..."
After considering it for a moment, Chen Fan clicked his tongue. "I thought a major faction like the ones you people talk about would make you explode the instant you revealed its secrets."
Lying on the ground, Yu Ning'er forced an ugly smile, trying her best to look obedient. As long as she could survive this immediate crisis, she had several ways to escape.
She did indeed come from a major faction.
But if she died, the faction behind her wouldn't avenge her.
A major faction like that sent multiple teams into other regions on missions every year. If it had to avenge every team that got wiped out, it wouldn't have time for anything else. It would spend every year running around seeking revenge in the East.
Even revenge had to be cost-effective!
Revenge was the objective, not the means.
When everyone knew that one of your teams had been killed outside your territory, you had to avenge them, or your reputation