Lin Qi shook his head, casting aside the jumble of thoughts in his mind. He drew a deep breath and turned to look northwest. "I understand your good intentions, so I won't pursue these matters. Then let's plan something big! For instance, shouldn't we make those nonhumans at Norman Fortress stir up a little more trouble?"
Dragon Cliff laughed in a deep, booming voice. "I approve of such a plan. I create dragons, and a large supply of soul materials would make the process much easier. After all, creating a blank soul from nothing consumes far too much energy. If I have ready-made soul fragments as raw materials, it becomes much easier."
"Too evil." Lin Qi muttered, "Harvesting living beings' souls as raw materials—too evil!"
"You'll get used to it." Heaven Mountain's tone was utterly calm. "Actually..."
"Actually what?" Lin Qi sensed that Heaven Mountain's words might reveal something shocking.
"Wait until you are stronger." Heaven Mountain swallowed the words he had been about to say.
Lin Qi shrugged helplessly. He was already accustomed to the protective intentions Heaven Mountain and the others showed toward him. Before he possessed enough power, it was best not to touch anything too world-shattering if he could avoid it. Osmanthus Tree had been right—information about a single cosmic calamity had made Lin Qi lose control last time. Who knew how many strange and bizarre things they had yet to reveal?
With a tremendous BANG, Blackbeard brutally kicked open the door to Lin Qi's office. His increasingly burly body swayed as he ambled inside. A thick cigar was pinched between his fingers, and as he puffed out clouds of smoke, he mumbled indistinctly, "My dear son, women really are hard to please. Madam Ross says she has taken a fancy to Emerald Valley in what