Changqing Continent was the Ling Family's rightful territory, and she would never allow outsiders to lay a finger on it! That was her firm stance.
Deterred by the blood of countless Cultivators, the once-rampant behavior of outsiders had been significantly curbed recently.
At the very least, Cultivators who dared to brazenly barge in were now few and far between, though some still snuck in covertly.
The Ling Family's leadership didn't dare to let their guard down, either. They conducted frequent, sweeping patrols to prevent any "moles" from slipping in to wreak havoc.
Inside the Flying Ship, a dozen or so figures sat in a circle, scrutinizing the image of the New Continent displayed on a Magical Projection Light Mirror.
"...What a treasure trove, a land rich with resources. It would make an excellent graveyard!"
A silver-haired old woman seated in the center tapped her staff, her voice chilling as she spoke, a vicious glint flickering in her eyes.
