Everyone's eyes lit up at his words.
Right!
With so many of them gathered on the mountaintop, they were far too conspicuous. But if they disguised themselves as cultivators carving out a mountain to establish a sect, that was another story.
Who would suspect a bunch of laborers covered in dirt, busy digging up a mountain?
Mu Qinglan froze for a moment, too.
She truly hadn't expected this brat, who usually seemed so unreliable, to come through when it mattered.
"Don't just stand there!" she ordered at once. "Get to work!"
"Yes!"
At her command,
all the elders stripped off their black armor in a flash, casually stuffed it into their Storage Rings, and scattered across the mountaintop.
Some swung Iron Pickaxes, pounding away at the rock.
Others took out shields glowing with dazzling light and made a show of surveying the terrain.
"The mountain gate goes here."
"Dig a Spirit Spring here."
"Leave this side for raising Spirit Beasts."
Before long, several figures drifted over through the distant void.
A few Sacred Land elders stopped in midair and glanced down at the mountaintop. "Huh? Why are there so many people here?"
An elder beside them offered a guess.
"Judging by what they're doing, they must be preparing to establish a sect here. They're clearing the mountain and choosing a site."
"Establishing a sect? Have they registered?"
"Who cares whether they've registered?" The old man glared at him and urged them on.
"Hurry up and search to the west! If we still can't find those people, we won't be able to keep the extortion under wraps!"
Their expressions immediately darkened.
Their illustrious Sacred Lands had been extorted by people impersonating the Emperor Pavilion. If word got out, how could they ever show their faces again?
They immediately stopped lingering, turned,