On the deck, Yu Meiren and Zhuang Chen stood quietly in a corner. When they saw Xiao Hua and Bai Fei emerge, Zhuang Chen waved at them with his usual honest simplicity.
"What is going on?" Bai Fei walked over to Zhuang Chen and asked in a low voice.
Zhuang Chen shook his head. "This poor Daoist does not know!"
Yu Meiren spoke up. "I came out early and already asked the disciples of the Shaque Immortal Alliance. For this journey to the Lost Land, the Shaque Immortal Alliance dispatched five special envoys. They each sought out five groups of cultivators and brought their respective branches to five selection sites. We are merely one of them! Only after we arrived at the Distant Heavy Mountains did the cultivators selected from the other four sites reach this flying boat!"
"Moreover, I heard that only our group was unlucky. First, too few people were found, and then the selection suffered the unexpected collapse of a maze formation, leaving even fewer who could pass. Each of the other four groups had over a thousand people pass the selection."
Bai Fei nodded. "If that is the case, then it is normal!"
Zhuang Chen was stunned. "Why?"
"Why?" Bai Fei looked at Zhuang Chen and smiled. "The Shaque Immortal Alliance made such a grand display of searching throughout the Celestial Alliance for cultivators with special divine abilities, all to enter the Lost Land. If only a hundred or so Nascent Soul cultivators like us were going, then... wouldn't that be the greatest joke under heaven? If Bai were the alliance leader of the Shaque Immortal Alliance, even several thousand people would not be enough. Bai would find another hundred thousand Nascent Soul—"
At that point, Bai Fei stopped again. After pondering for a moment, he