Lu Yang's eyes flickered as he sent a message through divine sense to the cultivators around him. "Brothers, I know many of you despise Mo Hao—hate him to your very core."
"But now isn't the time to deal with him. You all understand our situation, don't you?"
A silent pause, then nods of agreement.
"Yeah, we get it," someone murmured cautiously.
"We're here to scout the terrain for the young masters of the Sun Clan."
"If we make it through this mission, we'll gather valuable intel about the Immortal Martial Continent—intel that'll be priceless to them."
"Those young masters didn't come here just to play around. They're here to build their names, rack up achievements that'll boost their future status."
"If we help them succeed, we won't be stuck on this cursed continent forever. We'll go back to the Prosperous Stone Immortal Star, where real luxury awaits."
