When he thinks that such a heaven-defying opportunity will be taken away by the Celestial Race, the Palace Master will naturally not feel very comfortable. Unfortunately, the current situation is stronger than that of others, and it is impossible to regret it.

If that little guy is clever enough and can make the Celestials suffer a big loss, that would be great.

Zihuang nodded lightly: "I understand this, let's see where he is, and notify our sky patrol team to prepare to arrest him."

As she spoke, an ivory white scepter about a foot long with a simple yet exquisite shape appeared in her hand. She pointed it slightly at the magic projection light mirror, and a golden stream of light fell into the light mirror.

In an instant, the mana projection light mirror vibrated slightly, and the scene inside changed rapidly. It took dozens of breaths to stabilize, and thousands of golden light spots slowly emerged.

What these light spots represent are the female cultivators of Yunmeng Heavenly Palace. The position of each female cultivator is clearly marked, and no one is missing.

"...Well, it seems that they are all female monks, and there is no atmosphere of male monks!"

Zihuang sensed it for a moment and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

The palace owner's eyes flashed slightly: "Are you sure?"

Zihuang glanced at him: "My clan's secret magic power can easily identify their identities, let alone a junior who is not even a true immortal? As long as he enters the secret realm, he will inevitably be unable to avoid our gaze."

The implication is that as long as Qin Muling uses the jade talisman quota, it is impossible to escape the detection of the Celestial Clan, unless... he chooses not to enter the Mist Fantasy Secret Realm.

"So, does the number of places match up?"

"There are currently 2,539 people. Compared with the jade talisman quota you sent us, there seems to be a difference of more than 200, which means that not all of these quotas have been used."

"What are they waiting for?"
Chapter completed!