"Forget it. I'll go ask around about the Primordial Divine Object myself."
Seeing that Li Xi had yet to respond, Jiang Ping An decided to go out and gather information himself.
He would also turn in his artifact-forging assignment while he was at it.
In the Sacred Blood Tribe, everyone had to complete certain tasks within a specified period according to their cultivation level in order to earn points.
Points could be exchanged for resources and could also offset certain mandatory obligations.
He did not like venturing outside, so he had accepted the artifact-forging tasks he was best at.
Over the years, in order to improve his artifact-forging skills, he had forged many divine artifacts and accumulated quite a stockpile.
If an emergency prevented him from forging, he could quickly make up the shortfall with these reserves.
He arrived at the Mission Pavilion once more to turn in his task.
The Mission Pavilion was a three-story stone building, with an endless stream of people entering and leaving through its doors.
When Jiang Ping An walked inside, the clamor grew even louder. Lines stood before every task window.
Many people lowered their voices to discuss him when they saw him.
"Jiang Ping An still isn't dead? Didn't someone say before that Steward Li would kill him soon enough?"
"Anyone who stays by Steward Li's side comes to no good. His turn will come soon."
"I wonder whether he's done anything with Steward Li."
Even after so many years, people still remembered him.
Of course, most people did not care that he had won Sacred Blood. What they cared about was that, in order to keep the Sacred Blood back then, Li Xi had claimed that he had married into her family.
People loved discussing this sort of meaningless news that could