Lu Yi finally understood why his Master's gaze towards the Rashamon Ancient Tree was so strange when he heard these words.
Such a precious Immortal Tree was actually being carried around by a cultivator from the Rashamon Clan at the Cave Void Realm, indicating how high that member's status must be within their race.
Lu Yi felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, "… Master, I haven't become a target of the Rashamon Clan, have I?"
"There's a good chance that you have," the Ling Luo Peak Master said contentedly after a full meal, squinting her eyes. She yawned and continued.
Lu Yi felt even colder inside, "… Master, is there any hope for me? I won't be slapped to death by some powerful being from the Rashamon Clan, will I?"