Dead silence.
In the study, aside from the sound of a thermos being lifted and set down, there was only dead silence.
Ye Xian had only just picked up her cup when she heard of Ji Jue's "glorious achievements" outside, and immediately fell silent.
Her tactical sip of water had failed.
Only after a long while did she pick up the cup again. Staring at the wisps of steam rising from it, she could no longer suppress a silent sigh.
This was bad.
It was already too late to clean house...
You were telling her that in just over a month, he had stirred up trouble all over New Spring, made such a commotion that it reached the Wandering Sea, colluded with all sorts of parties, fought head-on against a Water Ghost leader named Paquiao and a huge group of Water Ghosts, sold his "civilian-grade equipment" to the Thousand Isles and Central Earth, become a military supplier for the Seven Cities, a strategic partner of the Dragon Bone Fleet, an unofficial priest of the Red Lord of the Red Federation, and, while he was at it, massacred who knew how many Settlements during a major Wilderness cleanup?
Ye Xian was unable to speak for a long time.
If that were all, it would be one thing—but look at everything involved in this!
Even Wild Bazaar and the Northern Frontier had to take a back seat.
Some mysterious Horde Old Bastard had taught him the secrets of Victory Over Evil, given him a mission to embark on a journey collecting the Six Heavens Old Ghosts and become the strongest Horde trainer; there was the hidden inheritance of swordsmiths within the Ye Clan; and now this videotape, the Abyss Seed in Quancheng, and those fucking Sin Demons...
Every single one was more