Her husbands had only just stabilized their cores at the base level of this realm. If an Upper Realm tracker, or the forces following him, found their location before they could adapt to the new cultivation ceiling, the camp would be completely vulnerable.
"He is moving fast," Lin Wan noted, her expression turning into a cold, calculating mask. "If he can trace the regional friction, so can the high clans. We cannot stay on this open plateau for long."
[Exactly,] Weiwei agreed. [The moment the cubs finish their rest, we need to pack the heavy equipment into the space and move inland toward a populated beast city. We need a crowd to blend in and mask the unique energetic output of the triplets before the skies get crowded.]
Far above the middle continent, past the shimmering layers of the higher atmosphere, the grand stone gates of the Divine Feline Alliance palace stood cold and imposing against the celestial sky.
