"Thank you, my lord." All the captured members of the Shadow Clan knelt down. They had already fallen into despair but hadn't expected a turn of events like this.
"Stand up. Why doesn't the Hidden Clan care about you?"
"My lord, we're only low-ranking members of the Shadow Clan. The nobility would rather sell us for money. Those people earlier could simply pay some Immortal Crystals when leaving and take us out of the Shadow Clan."
So that's how it is. Tang Feng came to terms with it—whether on Earth or in the Immortal Realm, it was always the same. To protect oneself, one must continuously grow stronger.
"What are your plans going forward?"
"We are willing to follow you, my lord." These members of the Hidden Clan weren't foolish. Being saved proved that Tang Feng had a kind heart. Following such a master wouldn't be too bad—certainly better than being sold off repeatedly.
