The people in the room, including Xue Luming, did not notice Lu Yi hidden within the spatial rift, and they continued discussing with furrowed brows.
"Young Master, I believe we should request support from the Master. With the Master's methods, and a bestowed Immortal Treasure, we will be able to kill Lu Yi most securely," said one.
Xue Luming frowned deeply and said coldly, "Face a mere Mahayana Realm member of the Human Clan and ask our ancestors for help? Do you want the ancestors to completely lose hope in me?!"
"Your subordinate dares not." The Rashamon Clan Cultivator who spoke wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"What I really want to know now is how to lure Lu Yi out and kill him! After that, we should consider how to retreat and report our success to the ancestors," stated Xue Luming blandly.
The many Cultivators were lost in thought.
At this moment, Lu Yi, who was in the spatial rift, furrowed his brows.