"If you can ensure your safety, leave Fusheng Domain as soon as possible. If you can't, find a good place to hide and don't let the Golden Soul Sect find you."
This was the last order Yang An left for the Scripture Defector Association.
The Workshop Master was currently trapped in a calamity-stricken area on the Outer Continent, unable to escape. With full control of the Scripture Defector Association now in his hands, he was the only one who could make arrangements.
He couldn't worry about them anymore.
After his clash with Non-Birth, the Sect Leader of the Golden Soul Sect, he had clearly been marked.
To the Golden Soul Sect, the other members of the Scripture Defector Association were not strong; capturing and hunting them down wouldn't be difficult.
But he had now entered Non-Birth's sights. It was painfully obvious that the Golden Soul Sect's next moves would be aimed primarily at him.
'How do I break this predicament?'
This was now the first problem Yang An had to face.
