Things were going smoothly; the Mystical Mechanism Continent's Immortal Dynasty had no intention of making things difficult for them, so the Sect Elders of the First-class forces were all in good spirits when they led their Disciples out of the Secret Realm.
"Sir, is it really okay to just let these people go? The traitor might be hiding among them."
At the Secret Realm exit, as he watched the First-class forces who just wanted benefits without putting in the effort, Jiang Fufeng's bodyguard expressed his doubts and confusion.
"It's possible that the traitor could be among them, or maybe even among us. There were too many forces involved this time, so much chatter to sift through, we couldn't be sure. Without absolute certainty, it's not wise to trap them here."
Jiang Fufeng extended his left hand and, with some headache, rubbed his temples. Fighting the battle to this point, he had grown weary, and now there was inevitably a betrayer among their ranks.
