Unaware of the events happening outside the Rust Hail Mountains, the Haima tribe was in a state of joy and satisfaction.
But there were other people who had seen the phenomena located within the limits of the Rust Hail Mountains. These were none other than the convicts that were sent into the Land of Exile.
Usually they would be unable to make out right from left in the Land of Exile, but now that there was a mode of attraction even greater than the beacon that Lin Mu made, they had found a place to go to.
"Hey look! All the five colored mist is gathered there."
"We should go there. There is definitely some treasure there."
"HAHA! Looks like coming to the Land of Exile will be a fortunate encounter for us."
The convicts were rather excited to see something like this in the Land of exile. But some of them didn't fall to the greed that quickly.
"Hang on though. Don't head off just yet."
"Why?"
