"Reporting to you, young master. We've picked up news of Qiu Qianhai in many places across Shangdong."
The bald man kneeling on one knee answered:
"First, he was south of the Water Dragon Sect. Then we heard of his movements east and south of Coastal City. He's still heading south now, and should be active around Joy Palace."
"Qiu Qianhai is quite powerful. He's made a name for himself throughout Southwater. Even if few people have seen him, most have heard his name."
"Heh."
Jiang Hong lightly rubbed his thigh with his right hand. "If he were too weak, how could he be my opponent?"
"Have you found out what his cultivation is now?"
The bald man continued, "From what we've learned, Foundation Establishment Cultivators are no match for him, but there's no report of him defeating a Core Formation Cultivator head-on. This subordinate believes he must be in the Pseudo-Core Realm."
"Oh? Pseudo-Core is good."
Jiang Hong slowly rose and paced before the throne. "Pseudo-Core is perfect. If he's a Pseudo-Core, no one can say I'm bullying someone weaker."
His eyes grew brighter the more he spoke.
"Southwater, is it? True, I've been here so long and still haven't visited."
With a sweep of his hand, he declared, "Men, prepare to depart for Southwater!"
The moment his words fell, gray mist gathered at his right. A white-haired elder stepped out of it and spoke with his back hunched:
"Young master, we haven't finished refining Corpse-Driving Mountain. The mountain lord himself assigned us this task... We cannot leave."
Jiang Hong frowned.
"The mountain lord, the mountain lord. Hah. You treat him as your lord, but he treats you like an old dog."
The white-haired elder lowered his head, not daring to speak.
Even the bald man, who had just stood