"This will be troublesome," Lu Zhen muttered, touching his chin.
There were at least fourteen First-stage Martial Artists in the base, and if he had to face them, it would be challenging to contend with so many, especially since he couldn't use Qi or his intent.
Although a conflict was unlikely, there was always the chance it could arise—a prospect Lu Zhen didn't welcome.
His mind was already calculating his chances of killing them all and walking away.
"If I went into my bloodline form and used my Devour skill along with my other abilities, it might be possible..." Lu Zhen was already contemplating his options.
Soon, as the horse-drawn carriage arrived safely, everyone aboard heaved a sigh of relief.
They had been tense and alert the entire time throughout the journey, looking for any possible attack; luckily, there was no attack so far, which relieved them.
Lu Zhen casually walked off Jui Luli's carriage and spoke in a cold voice:
