Under the great ship branded with the Medicine Flag, on the gangplank, and above on the deck, the troops of the Nine Li Tribe stood in formation, all clad in heavy armors made from magical artifacts.
They were all of the mutant race, wielding spears in one hand, their spirits high and vigorous, truly the elite of the army, ready to line up and face any great cultivator at a moment’s notice. The commander of the Medicine Li forces, Yao Xingyue, had already boarded the ship and was currently negotiating with Yao Yin.
Li Songlin deliberately stayed below deck to monitor the grand warship. When he saw Li Weiyi disembark safely, he approached him and, in a straightforward manner, exposed his disguise, saying, “Your Face Shifting Technique is still rather rough.” Li Weiyi’s heart jolted in shock.
He had been seen through? He didn’t fear being uncovered by Li Songlin; what scared him was that with so many people at the dock today, revealing his identity was secondary. The greater concern was exposing the truth behind his hidden sect, which would lead to unpredictable consequences.