Liu San didn't answer immediately, but pondered for a moment before asking a question.
"Master, do you know if the Alliance of Ten Thousand Immortals have any kind of stronghold in the White Mist Barrier?"
Li Fan was briefly taken aback: "Elder Liu, why do you ask such a question?"
Liu San stroked his beard and spoke slowly: "When I was piloting the Puxian True Vessel through the vast white mist, I occasionally spotted a group of cultivators acting strangely."
"They had no protection at all, just exposed in the Element Devouring White Fog. Their movements were slow, as if they were looking for something."
"What was even more strange was that I couldn't feel any signs of life from them at all. I initially thought they were fallen cultivators, merely instinctively acting corpses. Just as I wanted to get closer to investigate, one of them, appearing to have noticed my presence, turned his head. At the same time, a Divine Sense probed out."
