Message from the Dragon Clan

Qin Xi said to Di Qun, "Next, go contact Qirui and Momo. Tell them that if they're interested, they can help me look for traces of the Mediocre Death God too."

Di Qun replied, "Yes."

After all, they sometimes went to the Kirin Clan's islands to handle matters or stay there for a day or two to cultivate, so they still ran into the Kirin Clan quite often.

After he finished speaking, Qin Xi felt that too much had happened one after another during this period, and his heart was utterly exhausted.

Qin Xi said to them, "I'm a little tired. You all go handle your tasks first."

The two of them saw that Qin Xi's complexion really was not very good. Perhaps he wanted some quiet, so they did not say much more.

Di Qun and Ao Xin both bowed very respectfully, then withdrew.

Qin Xi returned to his room. The Masked Man had already been slapped onto the table by Qin Xi, though all that could be seen on the desk was the black mist curling around it.

But as long as Qin Xi did not look in that direction, the Masked Man could not affect him.

Although it was daytime, and Qin Xi normally did not have the habit of going to bed to rest, today he truly felt especially unwell. He lay down on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

The next few days passed peacefully, without any incidents or death locations being reported.

Qin Xi had already dispatched the Fox Clan, the Monster Clan, the Dragon Clan, and the Kirin Clan, sending them all out together to search for the Mediocre Death God.

On the fifth day of waiting, Qin Xi finally received news.

Ao Xin ran into the main hall very quickly.