"Could it be that you... you've obtained something?" Yang Ben pointed at Ye Zhen, his face rapidly changing expressions. "Or rather, you... you've gained control over this Blessed Land?"
Upon saying this, Yang Ben's face changed dramatically again. Without much hesitation, six swift talismans flew from Yang Ben's palm.
Then, he retreated cautiously to observe.
Indeed, Yang Ben was a crafty old fox; these centuries had not been wasted.
Right away, he almost discerned the truth and thought of a solution—striking at Ye Zhen's weak point.
Or at least, what he perceived to be Ye Zhen's weak point.
Ye Zhen guessed correctly; those six talismans from Yang Ben were to notify others.
Since Yang Ben could surmise that Ye Zhen had taken control of this Huichun Blessed Land, and as long as Ye Zhen had the support of thousands of tree demons in this Gu Lan Garden, Yang Ben wouldn't dare step foot into the Garden.
