Meng Changyun deliberately shattered a piece of stone beneath his feet.1

Crunch!0

The sound of shattering stone made Lu Yun’s eyelids jump, and his cheeks twitched imperceptibly.0

There was no doubt about it; the sound made him recall Su Yi crushing his clone beneath his feet.0

Meng Changyun burst into sputtering laughter.6

Lu Yun turned to look at Su Yi. “Your Excellency the Temple Master, I’ve come on orders to provide you with information.”1

Su Yi gazed at the distant Crow Ridge and said distractedly, “Speak.”0

“Experts of numerous factions entered Crow Ridge three days ago,” said Lu Yun. “They too are after the good fortune inside.”0

Su Yi was stunned. “The Heavenly Prayer Star Realm is the Nine Heavens Pavilion’s territory. Are you really willing to let them seize good fortune from under your nose? Or is the Nine Heavens Pavilion planning to let us fight amongst ourselves, only to snatch the prize in the end?”2

Lu Yun shook his head and sighed deeply. “That absolutely isn’t the case. Of the factions who’ve come here, there are three the Nine Heavens Pavilion would hate to offend.”1

Su Yi didn’t even have to ask for details; Lu Yun volunteered them of his own accord.0

The three factions in question were...0