"Chief Seat, who exactly is behind this?"
Hearing Lu Mian's words, Qinghezi could not help asking.
"Martial uncle, you'll know once tonight is over."
Lu Mian deliberately kept him in suspense.
Qinghezi actually breathed a sigh of relief.
From the way Lu Mian spoke, he clearly had confidence in the matter.
As long as they were not stumbling around blindly, things would be manageable.
"Then let's head back."
Lu Mian felt there was no need to waste any more time here.
Qinghezi nodded.
Soon, everyone returned to their base to rest and waited until nightfall.
A figure quietly climbed a mountain peak near Medicine King Ridge.
From this peak, one could look down upon the entire landscape of Medicine King Ridge.
In the darkness, the undulating contours of Medicine King Ridge resembled an earth dragon rolling over.
"Let's see where you rats are hiding."
Lu Mian muttered to himself.
The Ghost Eye in the center of his forehead slowly opened.
The eerie light of Soul Seizure surged continuously.
At that moment, Medicine King Ridge became transparent and illusory in Lu Mian's eyes.
Within the endless, illusory mountain mass, Lu Mian finally spotted two clouds of deep black qi.
"So it really was you lot."
Lu Mian sneered, and his figure vanished from the mountaintop.
Medicine King Ridge.
Two mysterious figures slowly appeared.
Both had a black patch on their faces.
These black patches had a texture like wood grain.
"Mo Six... it looks like Medicine King Ridge really is a treasure trove."
A tall, thin man spoke.
The other man, who had an average build, nodded slowly. "Indeed... if we could transplant the divine tree here, its power would grow even greater."
The tall, thin man said excitedly, "And the strongest cultivator in the faction occupying Medicine King Ridge