Jiang Ming looked at the map of the continent before him, his brows slightly furrowed.
He knew where everyone else's families were—Sister Lexuan's, Snow Empress's, Xiaotao's, Ling Luochen's, Liya's—but he had only now realized that he knew nothing about Wang Qiuer's home, the location of that reclusive family.
He had not even met her family when they came over, since he had been busy dealing with the heavenly tribulation.
Now that he thought about it, he knew far too little about Wang Qiuer's family.
He needed to ask Wang Qiuer about it as soon as possible. He had already whisked away their daughter; how could he not even know where her home was?
Jiang Ming picked up his pen and wrote the matter down in his notebook. It was fairly important, so he could not let himself get busy and forget it again.
And besides that...
Jiang Ming frowned as he thought.
Besides those matters, there was also the current situation on the continent.
In the battle at the Ice Sea, the Holy Spirit Cult had nearly been wiped out. Its leader, Zhongli Wu, had been reduced to ashes, while its mid- and high-ranking experts had been utterly drained by the blood sacrifice formation they had created themselves.
The only ones who escaped were Death God Douluo Ye Xishui and Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao.
Long Xiaoyao had also been severely injured by him. Whether he would survive was still uncertain.
Under such circumstances, the Holy Spirit Cult had essentially collapsed completely.
And that meant the top-tier Soul Master combat strength the Sun Moon Empire could mobilize was nearly gone.
It was not as if the Sun Moon Empire lacked people with exceptional Martial Soul talent. It was an empire, after all, with a population of hundreds of millions. Producing