"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist. Once we reach the Dry Soil Desert, Luo will act when the opportunity arises."
After a moment of silence, Luo Hong suddenly gave Baohua his assurance.
"Good, then I'll leave it to Fellow Daoist Luo!"
Baohua immediately cupped her hands in thanks.
"Mm, Qian will do his utmost as well!"
Qian Feng said, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
Luo Hong: "."
Baohua: "."
"Fellow Daoist Baohua, is there something wrong with Fellow Daoist Qian's primordial spirit?"
After holding back for a moment, Luo Hong ultimately could not help but ask through voice transmission.
If this guy isn't pretending to be foolish, then he has absolutely no social awareness!
Could this be the price of his extraordinary defense? Is it related to some law?
"Sigh, Fellow Daoist Luo, everyone in Fellow Daoist Qian Feng's Silver Scale Race is like this. We'll just have to get used to it."
Although Baohua had interacted with Qian Feng before, they had not spoken much. Thus, before today, she had only heard a little about the peculiarities of the Silver Scale Race.
"It seems Luo is far inferior to you in tolerance, Fellow Daoist!"
After sending another voice transmission, Luo Hong composed his expression and spoke again:
"Fellow Daoist Baohua, since your return this time, have you gathered your former subordinates?"
"When this humble one first returned to the Sacred Realm, I had Black Abyss handle this matter. By now, he has contacted quite a number of people.
What is it? Does Fellow Daoist Luo need manpower?"
Once the Bao Huang Sacred Flower appeared, most of the Demon Venerables who had once been loyal to Baohua and were still alive had submitted to her again.
Although the previous purges had left this force with few members, they were scattered throughout the