Jeming didn't rush to move.
He opened the private channel on the Magic Net Terminal, pulled up the map, and carefully studied the suspected areas marked by Oston.
The map was densely marked with hundreds of red dots, scattered across every corner of the Plane.
He needed to choose a suitable entry point.
There can't be too many Wizards; after all, the more people there are, the more chaotic it gets, and when snatching spoils, no one will be polite.
With more Wizards, the possibility of obtaining the spoils would drastically decrease.
Nor could he choose places that were too remote.
If the eerie phenomena were indeed that dangerous, venturing alone into unknown territories, even for him, was something to weigh carefully.
Jeming's finger swiped across the map, and his gaze finally locked onto a location.
The red dot was marked at the edge of a forest, a considerable distance from the nearest other red dot.
