Qi Yuan lowered his head in thought.
Jiang Lingsu listened attentively, while inwardly calculating how she should cultivate and raise her cultivation.
"Could it be that I'm the long-lost ancestor of Black Demon Abyss?"
Qi Yuan could not help but speculate.
"Such unfilial descendants, actually making their ancestor work for them!"
Thinking of this, Qi Yuan felt somewhat indignant.
"Come on, let's go meet the steward," Qi Yuan said softly.
At this Moro Sacred Tower outpost, Black Demon Abyss had five chief stewards and a number of ordinary stewards.
Every chief steward was a Mythic-level cultivator.
Ordinary stewards, meanwhile, started at the Great Venerable level.
There were also several hundred guest elders like Qi Yuan—technical workers, in other words. As for ordinary strongmen, the so-called basic attackers, their numbers were far greater.
It could be said that there were many powerful experts.
Yet when all the living beings of a Moro Sacred Tower were combined, they outnumbered even Azure Wave World, so this was only natural.
After leaving the cave dwelling, Qi Yuan looked out to see all manner of pitch-black structures everywhere.
Black bridges, black trees, black stones—even the water flowing beneath the bridges was black as ink, like liquid ink itself.
That was because the living beings of Black Demon Abyss mostly favored black.
"Good thing the air isn't black," Qi Yuan remarked, stepping onto the bridge and heading toward the outpost deep within Black Demon Abyss.
There were quite a few guest elders on this bridge, but even more Purple Mansion-level strongmen. Guest elders like Qi Yuan were comparatively rare.
Whenever those strongmen encountered Qi Yuan, they all lowered their heads in salute.
In Black Demon Abyss, status was clearly defined. Strength and bloodline represented everything.
At that moment, Qi Yuan leaned against the bridge railing, watching