"Really? Big Brother, you're not allowed to lie to me!"
The Spirit of the Ancestral Vein's dejected eyes immediately lit up again. He seemed to see a huge group of little companions playing with him.
"Of course. But when the time comes, you'll have to shoulder some responsibilities too. You can't remain as idle as you are now."
Mountain ranges, earth veins, spirits of spiritual roots—weren't these the Prehistoric Era's natural Earth Dao deities?
Xuan Qing wanted the Prehistoric Era to become different, wanted it to remain strong, so these important positions had to be assigned.
"By the way, is that newly born divine mountain your place of residence?"
Xuan Qing looked toward Kunwu Mountain and saw through the divine mountain's true nature at a glance.
"Mhm, mhm. These past years, I was fortunate to have a big fellow helping me repair the earth veins. Otherwise, who knew when I would have recovered?"
"The two fellows on Mount Sumeru are too hateful. After throwing me aside back then, they never cared about me again. They spend all day claiming it's for the sake of the Western Lands, yet they haven't done a single proper thing."
Hearing the Spirit of the Ancestral Vein's complaints, Xuan Qing frowned deeply. He knew those two from the West were somewhat selfish, but he had not expected them to be selfish to this extent.
Repairing the Western Lands' earth veins had been their responsibility to begin with. Otherwise, where had their positions as Saints come from? Xuan Qing did not believe Hongjun had failed to instruct them back then.
"Enough. When the time comes, I'll help you vent your anger!"
Xuan Qing stroked the Spirit of the Ancestral Vein. His tightly furrowed brow relaxed. Fortunately, he had informed Kunwu back then and asked him to