Lu Yin smiled. So this was how Zhang Dingtian had risen to power; he had found an inheritance in a wasteland dojo. It was no wonder why he had been so powerful that he could even exchange blows with Ling Que. With the strength that Zhang Dingtian had displayed during their last meeting, the Earthling was capable of even fighting against Liu Shaoqiu, and his progression had been a bit exaggerated. 

“How’s the Blacktop Dojo doing?” Lu Yin asked. 

Little Ben shook his head. “They were occupied just a few days ago.”

Lu Yin’s heart sank. “Then how’s Zhang—no, Lan Dao?” 

“I don't know. He might be dead, but there’s been no news of his status,” Little Ben replied.

Lu Yin fell silent. 

As the thunderous rumbling grew ever more intense, the group of cultivators finally arrived at the base of the ring-shaped mountain range. At that moment, Lu Yin suddenly stopped, pulled Hai Qiqi over, and then looked at Little Ben. “So you’ve sided with the Sixth Mainland.” 

Little Ben’s eyes flashed. “What do you mean?” 

Hai Qiqi’s expression changed, and she turned to look at Lu Yin. “Don’t spout nonsense! Little Ben is my friend, and he’s Baobao’s friend as well. Why would he side with the Sixth Mainland?” 

Lu Yin sneered and surveyed the area. “These people have all sided with the Sixth Mainland, and their objective is to draw in Grayweed Continent’s cultivators.” 

Hai Qiqi frowned and looked over at Little Ben, not quite believing...