After Xing Ming finalized the plan, a gleam flashed through Xuan Caijun and Feng Mo's eyes, and they immediately voiced their agreement.
Seeing the reactions of the three, Li Yan smiled inwardly.
These three were all old foxes. They had quickly analyzed the situation.
They surely had other thoughts that they were unwilling to voice. If Jiang Baibi had not summoned them to encircle and kill an enemy, but simply to seek treasure, then Xing Ming's group might well stumble upon an unexpected harvest!
Li Yan swept his gaze over the few people whose eyes held smiles, feeling a trace of anticipation himself. Xuan Caijun then cupped his hands toward Li Yan.
"Elder Zhang is truly quick-witted. Otherwise, we would still be at our wits' end here. Hahaha!!"
Li Yan also waved his hand with a smile...
Before dawn broke, four figures silently rose from Black Forest Manor and vanished into the pitch-black night in an instant.
More than thirty breaths later, several more figures flashed away from atop a mountain peak, flying southeast in the same direction as the previous four.
Song Rongdao looked to be around fifty, with graying hair and a purple robe. His bearing was deep and steady, giving him the air of a grandmaster.
The three people he had invited this time were all Rogue Cultivators. On the Lost Continent, cultivator races stood in great numbers, while small clans and small sects were everywhere.
As a result, cultivators from fallen or annexed clans and sects often ended up wandering outside. They ranged from low-level to high-level cultivators, producing quite a number of Rogue Cultivators.
There were also some proud loners who simply preferred to travel alone. As for wicked cultivators of the underworld, their tracks were even more secretive and elusive.
They roamed the world