In no time, the army of a million cultivators was ready to go. Sun Tianlin pulled out a set of special crystal stones and crushed them one by one in a steady rhythm.
Jiang Chen understood what was happening right away—Sun Tianlin was sending signals back to the Prosperous Stone Immortal Star. These weren't fancy communication tools; they could only send preset messages, nothing detailed or instant.
Sure enough, right after the crystals shattered, Sun Tianlin froze. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. His heart dropped into his stomach.
Stupid! he thought. He had been so eager to get back home that he hadn't even stopped to ask Jiang Chen for permission. What if Jiang Chen had misunderstood and decided to kill him on the spot?
Panicked, he turned to explain—but when he saw Jiang Chen's calm, relaxed expression, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.
