The Spirit Farmer Dao held Yu Dou True Lord in high regard. That one had been easy to get along with, and being around him had felt like a spring breeze.
However, no one knew that Yu Dou had advanced to Fusion Primarch. In any case, he had vanished afterward.
As for whether there were any forces behind him, the Spirit Farmer Dao still did not know. In any case... he might have been a lone wandering ghost.
When Yi Jue heard the name Yu Dou, she found it somewhat familiar. Only later did she recall that there seemed to be records concerning him in the sect archives.
Moreover, that True Lord's true form had been a silk tree. If he had not encountered calamity, living for a hundred thousand years or so would not have been a problem at all.
Thus, the fact that he had not appeared for tens of thousands of years already hinted at certain things, though no one had verified them.
Yi Jue was curious, but this was not something she could casually ask about. After all, he had harmed Bamboo Gentleman, and Little Yao hated him as well.
Now that this news had been indirectly confirmed, she could not help sighing. "Another great power's fall has been confirmed."
"What kind of great power was he?" Little Chive cursed outright. "He was nothing more than my eldest sister's lapdog!"
"Little Yao!" the Big Shot snorted coldly. "If you keep speaking without restraint, then I'll..."
"Then lock me in the Heavenly Grotto," Little Chive said. Its slightly wilted leaves immediately perked up. "It'd be embarrassing to take me outside!"
The Big Shot was instantly speechless. "How badly do you want me to send you away?"
"But I'm really too ugly to go out like this," Little