Watching Cao Yusheng's expression shift constantly, Yang Qing could roughly guess what he was thinking, so he did not say much.
It made sense. Even Ji Xukong, who had known him for years, found his cultivation speed unbelievable.
Cao Yusheng had not known him before and had no idea just how terrifyingly fast he cultivated.
Once Cao Yusheng witnessed it a few times, he would naturally understand that everything Yang Qing said now came from the heart.
"I have a few questions I would like to ask you, Senior," Yang Qing said.
He was unwilling to waste any more time. After learning many secrets from Cao Yusheng, he still needed to improve his strength.
Now that he had come to the Ancient Underworld and was facing countless Weird Creatures, would it not be a pity if he did not make good use of this opportunity?
Thus, he voiced the many questions in his heart, questions concerning the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, the underworld, and the Weird Race.
"I do not actually know much either. You can only take it as a reference," Cao Yusheng said with a sigh.
Only when this junior before him questioned him did he realize that he truly was a "good-for-nothing." All these years had been wasted.
There was no helping it. He could not keep up with Shi Hao's pace as he fought Above the Upper Heaven, and he did not know much about the Weird Race.
Even after later entering the Ancient Underworld to lie low, he had other matters to attend to and feared exposing his identity, so he could only proceed with utmost caution.
After all these years, other than knowing that the Weird Race was incomparably terrifying, he had never touched upon the core of the Weird Race.
The Ancient Underworld was