Wu Shi's Whereabouts

Zhao Jian could only remain silent at this.

He knew that, when facing a cultivator with mental problems like Qi Yuan, no matter how much he said or how much he tried to persuade him, it would be useless.

What was more, if he angered Qi Yuan, the Dao Gods of forces like Mount of Heavenly Kings might not even have to kill him before Qi Yuan did it himself.

He shrugged, not daring to say anything more.

Beside him, Duke Nall still looked like a carefree little girl.

Three thousand years had left no trace on her body.

She wore a JK skirt, her legs snow-white and tender, her wine-red hair brimming with youthful vitality.

As she looked at Qi Yuan, her eyes held both delight and worry.

"Master, over these three thousand years, I held more than seven thousand six hundred Yang Spirit Assemblies. More than three billion seven hundred million people participated in total, but... regarding the Yang Spirit Path you seek, there has still been... very little progress."

As she said this, Duke Nall felt incomparably guilty.

The Vampire Emperor had not taken a fancy to her breasts, but to her brain. She had been delighted then, filled with pride.

She had thought her brain would finally have a place to be useful.

Over the years, she had diligently organized the Yang Spirit Assemblies, gathering wisdom from all sides in search of the Yang Spirit Path.

Unfortunately, she had gained almost nothing.

She could not help thinking that it would have been better if the Vampire Emperor had taken a fancy to her breasts from the start.

That way, she would not have needed to use her brain.

She could have earned money lying down.

"Oh, what progress has there been?" Qi Yuan asked.

Even he