Nine Nether Forbidden Land.
The wailing of Yin souls, flags fluttering.
Amidst a desolate mountain, several black-robed cultivators with masks gathered here.
"Is everything ready?"
Master Cao of the Seven Kill Sect asked.
Beside him, several cultivators above Foundation Establishment replied in unison.
"Rest assured, Master Cao."
"Everything is prepared, the fish will certainly take the bait."
"Hmm."
Cao Dongjun nodded slightly: "This time, the Secret Realm's disturbance has attracted many sect disciples. Keep a low profile to avoid excessive attention."
"Understood."
"But..."
"Should we keep an eye on the people from the Han Court? Last time, to seize resources, they risked robbing our auction. This time in the Nine Nether Forbidden Land, they will definitely come."
"Don't stir up more trouble, those poor souls from barren lands will naturally be dealt with by those so-called 'orthodox sects'. Once the seal breaks in a few years, none will escape."
