This event was too sudden for Li Qiye, completely different from what he had anticipated. He had planned to let the mists of the Lost Divine Island drink their fill of blood before he landed on its shores. He had more than enough methods at his disposal; as long as he could get onto the Lost Divine Island, he was confident he could get what he needed.
However, the Lost Divine Island had now vanished in an instant, spirited away by someone. This exceeded his expectations and shattered his plans. Such an abrupt change altered Li Qiye's original strategy, introducing many new variables.
Lan Yunzhu took a deep breath and said, "I'll go with you. At least you'll have someone for support."
"No." Li Qiye gently shook his head. "You, the Sect Leader, and the others should make preparations. I might have use for you later. Most importantly, you must prepare for the worst."
"Prepare for the worst? What do you mean?" Lan Yunzhu was stunned for a moment.
