Please, Saint Son, Glorify Our Shaking Light

After foiling Immortal Taoist's little scheme, the Old, Weak, Sick, Disabled, and Mad Group left Saint Cliff without incident.

The strongest, Immortal Taoist, was busy playing a prison game with Wushi and could not stir up any trouble. The other demons and monsters were nothing worth mentioning.

Old Lunatic's strength still carried considerable weight at this time.

Old Lunatic and I joined forces and fought our way through Saint Cliff seven times in and seven times out!

"Senior, thank you for your help this time."

After leaving Saint Cliff, Old Lunatic, having received their thanks, departed at once and vanished into the distant sky.

Watching Old Lunatic's disappearing figure, Qin Sheng felt deeply grateful to him. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could offer such an expert now.

Whether it was Tianxuan Saintess "living forever" in the Desolate Forbidden Land or helping him cure his madness, neither was something Qin Sheng could currently touch upon.

Old Lunatic's madness was not because he had truly lost his mind. It was related to his cultivation; strictly speaking, it was a form of cultivation deviation.

In this era, the only one who could solve that problem was Old Lunatic himself.

As for using some secret information he knew to fool Old Lunatic into staying behind as a protector or thug?

Qin Sheng did not have that ability. He did not possess the power of Talk no Jutsu, capable of making an expert at least at the Sage King level bow in submission after a few casual words.

There were only mistaken names, never mistaken nicknames. Old Lunatic was mad most of the time, and there was no communicating with a madman.

"Senior has helped me too many times. I wonder where he is headed and whether we will meet again in the future," Ye