As the village chief stepped forward to negotiate with the other party,
Lin Xing and Bai Yiyi stood not far away, each observing the trading convoy stationed in the village.
Bai Yiyi cocked her head and said, "The people in this trading convoy seem out of place here. They don't seem as 'innocent' as the people from Moon Kill Country, do they?"
Lin Xing's spiritual sense had already quickly swept over every individual in the convoy; he spoke indifferently, "They must be from the Ming Mountain Sect, here to look for the West Emperor."
"This makes things easier, as long as we follow them we might have a chance to find the entrance to Kunlun."
At that moment, the village chief came over with a helpless expression and told them that the convoy had refused to take them along.
Lin Xing was unconcerned by this, and he smiled slightly, "No matter, we can think of some other way."
