Dao Practitioners Reign Supreme, the Fortunate Become Immortals!

That night, Song Changming continued refining Giant's blood, while Tang Keca and the other two interrogated the captives without disturbing him. They extracted a great deal of intelligence, then sorted through it and recorded the important information Song Changming was most likely to need.

Tang Keca was meticulous, handling such miscellaneous matters with impeccable order and great thoroughness.

He had already demonstrated his value. At the very least, he was a decent lackey.

The next day, the nine starry moons faded away, and the nine suns gradually reappeared in the heavens, bringing renewed light to the land.

With each blazing sun that emerged, the world grew a little brighter. The Primal Continent was so vast that it seemed a single sun could not illuminate it all; nine scorching suns were required.

New solar fire fell from time to time, drifting off to places unknown.

Though it appeared to fall nearby, its actual landing point was billions upon billions of miles away.

If Song Changming wanted to try collecting solar fire again, it would be purely a matter of chance.

"Master, we have the results. Those men came from the same minor world, even from the same renowned sect called the Hidden Sect. They excelled at concealment and assassination from the shadows, and all ranked among the top experts of the Hidden Sect.

"Here on the Primal Continent, these fellow disciples formed an alliance of their own, specializing in secretly killing humans from other minor worlds and plundering their opportunities."

When he said this, Tang Keca saw Song Changming glance over. Yet he showed no embarrassment whatsoever; his skin was already thick beyond measure.

He even revealed a mocking look toward those men, finding their crude method of outright robbery far too low-class compared to his own superior methods of coaxing