Ding Ning's territory was completely sealed off, cutting off all outside contact.
As soon as the seal was set, Hua received messages from the other Lords.
Hua's true form tightly wrapped around Ding Ning's residence, leaving the modest castle buried beneath intertwined, sprawling roots.
A pale purple mist drifted in the air; wherever it shrouded became Hua's domain of perception, blocking all prying eyes unless someone's power far surpassed hers.
At present, judging by the Lords' abilities in the Evil Spirit Realm, no one possessed such strength.
Ever since Ding Ning left, those slacking Lords started having a rough time.
Purging even a single Dark Forest mother plant was exhausting work.
Losing a person and shirking effort were two entirely different issues.
No matter how little effort they put in, it was still half-assed; each Lord was responsible for a section.
If Ding Ning left, then the area she handled would become a headache for the others.
