"Previous promises made to us will certainly not be broken," Lin Zhonglu said with a smile. "Once you step outside, find a Foundation Establishment cultivator or two from the lower ranks and inquire, then you'll understand."
"Do not spread the word, or else the major affair will be in jeopardy!"
In a daze, Qing Ran seemed to have comprehended something.
He exited the treehouse and proceeded to the far end of the line, seeking out a Foundation Establishment of his own. He asked, "Lin Xiao, I wish to support the Divine Favored Qingxu of the Miao God, are you willing to accompany me?"
Lin Xiao was not of his clan but was a Loose Cultivator who only joined him after reaching Foundation Establishment.
The over fifty-year-old Lin Xiao glanced anxiously at the battlefield ahead and hesitated, "Lord Lin Zhonglu hasn't ordered it, so we should refrain from rash actions."
"Young Master, please remain calm."
Qing Ran felt as if struck by lightning, struggling to maintain his composure.
