Chu Qing was at a loss.
Unable to find his opponents, he was thoroughly enraged.
He did not fear powerful enemies, cruel enemies, or numerous enemies.
What he feared was being unable to find any trace of them.
"You bunch of dog bastards, scurrying about like sewer rats—do you not dare come out and fight me openly and honorably?"
Dissatisfied, he roared in a low voice.
As though venting his fury, he destroyed the places where those Path Pioneers had once lived.
But that only vented a little of his anger.
He sought out the local factions and told them to search for traces of those Path Pioneers.
The result was:
Everyone was at a loss.
"We have no idea who the Path Pioneers even are. How are we supposed to find them?"
Chu Qing did not know either. He did not even know which Paths those Path Pioneers had created, much less their names.
All he had were several empty coordinates.
He was unwilling to let them off so easily.
After pondering briefly, Chu Qing entered the Square Inch Gathering.
"Everyone, do me a favor!"
The moment he spoke, everyone was surprised.
Because:
Over all these years, Chu Qing had almost never asked anyone for help.
"What is it?"
No one beat around the bush; they asked directly.
Chu Qing said solemnly, "Everyone, mobilize all your power to search for the Path Pioneers."
"I want their coordinates!"
Everyone... answered with silence.
Even the well-informed Second Generation Yin Tianzi, Luo Tian, and the others fell silent.
Chu Qing...
"Everyone, you're unwilling?"
Second Generation Yin Tianzi replied, "It isn't that we're unwilling. We're powerless."
"Those Path Pioneers have all cultivated the Survival Path."
"They excel at hiding. They simply cannot be found."
"That Black Gold Daoist would never have been found