Lu Feng had been operating everywhere under the alias Sun Jiuyang. With fighting continuing at the front and the rear left exposed, he had the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect tearing its hair out.
This was no ordinary outpost, but a temporary palace belonging to one of the sect's powerful experts, making it considerably more important.
Its defenses far surpassed those of other locations, yet the people in charge inside still felt uneasy.
Although Lu Feng had always acted with great secrecy, this world never lacked people willing to use their brains.
While discussing how to guard against this Sun Jiuyang, someone suggested that he might be slipping inside among the slaves.
Though they felt it unlikely, none of those responsible for guarding this place dared to be careless. Better to wrong the innocent than let the culprit slip through. They simply ordered all the slaves to remove everything they wore, even those of the Rotten-Face Tribe. At worst, they would have to endure an unpleasant stench.
This Golden Immortal was the one who had come out to deliver the order.
Had the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect acted a little earlier, Lu Feng would naturally have abandoned this method. A little later, and he would already have slipped inside.
But such coincidences did exist in this world, and the order happened to catch his group.
After hearing the Golden Immortal's words, both the escorting disciples and the gatekeepers looked troubled. They knew the Rotten-Face Tribe's stench all too well. Once these slaves removed the things covering their faces, that nauseating odor would linger here for at least a day.
"What are you standing around for? You, take everything off! Hurry!"
The Golden Immortal shouted, issuing the order himself.
As slaves, the Rotten-Face Tribe had always obeyed the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect