Don’t Make Noise in Front of the King of Hell

The Smoke Race cultivators surrounding the leaf boat remained silent, ignoring the inquiries of the green-robed cultivator. They proceeded to board the ship, disregarding its defenses and freely moving around the ship's passengers.

As the expressions of all the cultivators changed, a few figures of the Smoke Race arrived at Xu Qing's side and circled him a few times. Malevolent faces appeared in the fog and kept scrutinizing him.

A long time later, the Smoke Race members left the ship and returned to the puppets. They knelt down and bowed to the puppet in the center.

"Lord, among these 35 cultivators, six of them smell wrong."

Buzzing sounds rang out from those foggy figures and the expressions of the cultivators on the ship changed again.