Chen Sanshi remembered the strange behavior of that ancient demon he had encountered in the secret realm.
Combined with all sorts of rumors.
If the ancient demons descended while the Cultivation World's spiritual energy had run dry and there were no more cultivators, how would the human race face them?
This was a question that had to be considered with utmost caution.
In any case.
Chen Sanshi could never use some bloody method to restore Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. That left only one way to deal with the ancient demons.
She arrived at the entrance of the casino where she had first won money. Today, she had another important matter to attend to: finding Zhou Bingye, because they shared a common enemy.
Shang Jiaqi had been arguing with a soldier, refusing to let him put shackles on Zhao Mingyue. At those words, her willow brows shot up, and before anyone could react, she unleashed a string of rapid kicks, kicking the man until he was weeping, snot and tears running together.
In fact, even before Chen Qingzhi's battle report had been delivered back to the country, the Eastern Palace was already in a state of frantic turmoil.
Especially with a body as frail as that of a premature child, he needed to be cared for properly. He did not ask to live to a hundred—living to sixty would be enough. To him, simply being alive was truly wonderful.
The others had only just managed to calm down when Fang Renxiao and Madam Lian rushed back from Fang Ziming's home. The moment they met, another round of bitter weeping began.
It had been the depths of winter then. Gu Qingyun had been freezing terribly, and he could not spare a thought for why his parents were not by his side.