Xu Fan, who was in the midst of cultivation, learned of Zhou Kailing and the two brothers' ordeal and could not help but smile. "As long as they're unharmed, let it count as tempering."
At this time, Zhou Kailing returned to the Small Courtyard.
"Master, I request that my authority with Grape be raised."
"If I can't go into the Nether Race Territory, then I can seek out Nether Race members beyond their territory. There must be a way to plant those seeds into their rivers of fortune."
Zhou Kailing's voice carried the feeling of an ancient road rising from beneath his feet.
"Your authority is already quite high. I'll have Grape find the Nether Race members outside their territory for you," Xu Fan said. "Thank you, Master."
"Go on. Don't panic over anything. Your master has your back." Zhou Kailing left the Human Race Territory brimming with confidence.
This time, he brought Wang Xuanxin with him.
"Senior Brother, I guarantee I can fulfill your request," Wang Xuanxin said confidently.
"I believe you. Among my junior brothers, your combat strength is the greatest." Zhou Kailing chuckled.
Wang Xuanxin did not dare show the slightest negligence toward this Senior Brother, the only one who could truly win his wholehearted respect. Upon hearing his Senior Brother's request, he immediately set aside what he was doing and followed him out.
The Immortal Ship tore through space and flew toward a first-rate race faction on the outskirts of the Chaos Center. That first-rate race was a vassal of the Nether Race, and within its territory sat a Nether Race Chaos Saint.
Just as the Immortal Ship had traveled far enough beyond the Human Race Territory, that familiar giant hand descended from the sky once more. "Senior Brother, leave it to me!"
The Chaos Myriad