The others were long accustomed to Liu Yu's blatant favoritism and had no intention of stopping him.
A few low-level cultivators could hardly affect the overall situation. This did not even count as an issue.
As a Nascent Soul True Lord, he was entitled to this much privilege.
Even if someone reported him to the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, it would be no great matter. At most, he would receive a few token words of reprimand afterward.
"With arrangements like these, Fellow Daoist Mo Mei, I wonder how many outposts near Bright Moon Immortal City will remain in the end."
True Lord Huangmei seemed moved by something and casually made the remark.
It was not compassion stirring in his heart. He had merely recalled that he, too, had once been a low-level cultivator, and felt a little wistful at the thought of those lives whose fates had already been neatly laid out for them.
"Oh?"
"Could it be that you cannot bear it, Fellow Daoist Huang Mei?"
"If you ask, I would not be opposed to rescinding my orders."
A gleam flashed through True Lord Momei's eyes as she smiled charmingly.
Even hundreds or thousands of low-level cultivators could not match a single True Lord's usefulness at a critical moment.
Naturally, she would not offend a fellow cultivator over something so minor, especially when her own safety depended on him.
"No, no, no."
"That was not what I meant. They are merely some low-level cultivators, after all."
"You are the True Lord guarding this city. Naturally, I would not overstep my bounds."
True Lord Huangmei laughed despite himself, shook his head slightly, and spoke casually.
"Then that is for the best. My safety will depend on the three of you."
True Lord Momei cupped her hands and addressed the three solemnly.