Elsewhere, Wu Yong had just returned when he saw Little Snake helping Little Fairy prepare poison.
"How did it go? Smoothly?"
Seeing Wu Yong return, Xiao Yi Xian raised her head and casually asked.
In truth, she did not need to guess the outcome. With Wu Yong being a Dou Zun expert, it was practically impossible for him to fail in the Northwest Continent.
"Smoothly. I even brought back two spoils of war."
Wu Yong grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and told them about what he had seen during this trip.
He did not hide the matter of that master-disciple pair either.
"The Misty Cloud Sect..."
After hearing Wu Yong out, Medusa was the first to sigh.
Among them, she had probably dealt with the Misty Cloud Sect the most.
Back then, Yun Shan had been the sect master of the Misty Cloud Sect. When war broke out between the Snake-Person Race and the Jia Ma Empire, she had fought that old fellow Yun Shan more than a few times.
Such a massive sect, with foundations no weaker than the Snake-Person Race's, had still vanished in the blink of an eye.
"That is the fate of the weak. Today, I brought that master-disciple pair back as playthings. I'll slowly train them later."
"One day, I might also lose to someone stronger and become their dog—pah, pah, pah~"
Wu Yong cracked sunflower seeds as he calmly spoke of one possible future.
Being a dog was no big deal.
But if he had the choice, he would rather be the dog's master—the one raising the dog.
Hearing Wu Yong say this, the two women froze for a moment before understanding what he meant.
"So, in order not to become dogs, we have to cultivate even harder."
"That's right. I refuse to