"Isn't this our busy man? How did you find time to come out again?"
The moment Qin Shaofeng stepped out of the room, Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er, who was accustomed to teasing him, jabbed at him again.
Who knew what kind of ancestor Zhan Cai'er was supposed to be.
She should clearly have been a devil incarnate, or at least worn a lofty, untouchable expression.
When dealing with Zhan Cangkong and Passerby A,
she indeed carried herself that way.
Yet for some reason,
whenever Zhan Cai'er spoke with him, she seemed incomparably familiar with him, as though she had no need to suppress her emotions at all.
It was like the teasing between peers, or close elder relatives.
Even Qin Shaofeng found it deeply uncomfortable.
He gave a dry cough.
Suppressing the speechlessness in his heart, he asked, "How are things with the Ghost Corpse Race and the Three Continents?"
"The people of the Three Continents seem desperate to leave."
Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er chuckled, then said, "But they seem to have made up their minds to make us serve as cannon fodder for them. They still haven't made the slightest move."
"As for the movements of the Ghost Corpse Race, I was just about to go find you."
"Oh?"
Qin Shaofeng raised an eyebrow.
He could tell that something had changed with the Ghost Corpse Race.
"What happened?" He picked up the tea on the table and took a light sip as he asked.
"The Ghost Corpse Race received another batch of powerful arrivals today."
She seemed to weigh her words before saying, "The rough estimate is three hundred high-level Ghost Corpses and two thousand high-level Ghost Corpse Slaves."
"Pfft!"
Qin Shaofeng sprayed out the tea he had just swallowed halfway.
He had known that the Ghost Corpse Kings