"Boss, they're moving!"
The Daoist Wang, who had been drinking with Han Xiao, froze at the words.
Moving? Moving what?
Before he even had time to ask, Mudan, reading the Daoist Wang's micro-expression, had already guessed what he was about to ask and explained quickly through Wang Jixuan's hidden earpiece.
Daoist Wang silently laid a thin layer of barrier around his ears.
Mudan reported in a low voice, "About half a tea's time ago, a group of Dark Cult immortals slipped toward the seabed. If my count's right, there are two Golden Immortal elders and the rest are Celestial Immortals summoned by the Heavens — a bit over two hundred in total.
"Heiyao and his two bodyguards are with them. The path they took... should be the same trail that Little Hua Ting walked."
Wang Jixuan couldn't speak at the moment.
Although Han Xiao's cultivation was a little lower than his, there were certainly Golden Immortal elders from the Thousand-Worlds Alliance watching nearby; transmitting voice could easily expose them.
Daoist Wang felt like cursing inwardly.
Was that Heiyao stupid or what?
He had spent so long setting that trap. Heiyao, who knew the way into the pocket realm, had been playing dead the whole time — dragging those guys in and letting him blow them up would have been perfect.