After questioning Meng Nan further, Xia Ping discovered that Meng Nan truly knew nothing more. He could only let the matter drop.
He then decided to travel with the Storm Caravan for the time being. He wanted to learn more intelligence about this world, and he also wanted to head to Qingyang City. Surely the people in a city would know more.
If his guess was correct, then this world might be connected to Nether Hell. If so, perhaps he would have a chance to enter Nether Hell and witness true hell for himself.
To him, hell was a place containing countless fortuitous opportunities. If he had the chance to enter it, he would certainly reap limitless benefits, rapidly increase his cultivation, and make the Hell Golden Crow Bloodline within his body evolve even faster.
When they heard that Xia Ping wanted to travel with the Storm Caravan for a while, Meng Nan and the others were all overjoyed. With such a powerful demon slayer at their side, this journey would surely be free of worry.
After all, purchasing netherstones was an incomparably dangerous undertaking. Once the aura of the netherstones leaked out, it might attract countless demons and devils. When that happened, they would surely suffer grievous casualties—being wiped out entirely was not impossible.
But if they succeeded, they would also make a killing.
"Strange. Why is Lord Xia asking about this information? This should be common knowledge."
"It really is strange. It seems as though Lord Xia doesn't even know this world's common sense."
"Shut your mouths at once! Are you trying to get yourselves killed, daring to make wild conjectures about Lord Xia?! Whatever Lord Xia asks, we answer. Don't think about anything else. The more you know, the faster you die. Don't you understand that principle?"