"The lord of the Youqiong Clan seems to have met with a little mishap."
In the empty Divine Temple, Ruan Ji, who had once spoken with Chen Jiao and the others, sat cross-legged on a cushion when a sultry voice suddenly reached his ears.
He looked up and saw the illusory figure. Smiling, he asked, "What, did he run into another tough nut on his campaign?"
"He hit a wall with a small tribe. No word has come from him since, so he must be trapped there."
"Your sources are as well-informed as ever." Surprise crossed Ruan Ji's face. "The lord of the Youqiong Clan has touched the edge of Void and Reality. With his clan's divine artifact, he can already wield power at the highest realm. Yet a small tribe stopped him?"
"I would not lie to you."
"Of course. But which tribe is it? What abilities and methods could hold the lord of the Youqiong Clan there?" Ruan Ji noticed the figure's expression and raised an eyebrow. "Something is troubling you."
"Yes." The Daoist nodded. "That small tribe is the Xu Tribe."
Ruan Ji's expression changed sharply.
"The Xu Tribe?" He frowned. "Are the two who arrived later there?"
The illusory figure nodded again, her sultry voice turning grave. "I warned you long ago that those two were no ordinary people. They're nothing like the first four! Yet for the past year and a half, you've paid them no attention."
"That was an oversight on my part, but it's hardly serious. There are four here and only two there. If we're after their Fortune, four must be better than two." Ruan Ji sounded scarcely concerned. "Besides, of the first four, one is excessively cautious, while the other three are all remarkable. But which of them has seen through