Lu Yin’s gaze turned steely. Someone wanted to use Astral-3 to lure out the Innerverse’s cultivators, which was a cruel plan. 

He did not believe that Astral-3 had truly been destroyed, as Astral-9 was an ancient battleship that had been able to withstand Ancestor Autumnfrost’s finger. Still, that had been just one finger. Against the Sixth Mainland’s full invasion force, it was already impressive that Astral-3’s Headmaster had died together with an Imprinter. 

Although there was a rivalry among the ten academy branches, they were still all a part of the same school in the end, and Lu Yin could not just ignore this situation. 

“Let’s go together.” Lu Yin’s tone showed his determination. 

Hai Qiqi did not decline. Although she had not been a student of the Astral Combat Academy, she had certainly heard of its reputation. Now that the people of Astral-3 were being used as bait, she wanted to rescue them as well. 

“Really? Thank you, Senior!” Alfonso was delighted, and he bowed deeply to Lu Yin.

“Don’t call me Senior anymore—just call me Seventh Bro,” Lu Yin casually replied.

Alfonso nodded. “Seventh Bro.”

He felt like he had heard this name before.

In the past, Lu Yin had been famous throughout the Innerverse, and many people had recognized his face. Fortunately, he had altered his appearance before coming. Otherwise, Alfonso definitely would have recognized him. 

After Lu Yin’s trio left the area, it took about half a day for news of Gui Bing’s...