Beitang Xue did not press Wang Quan to reconsider. She merely offered a simple reminder.
As for what Wang Quan ultimately chose, she did not care.
After they chatted for a while, Wang Quan said, "I'll be very busy over the next few centuries."
"I might not come to the Third-Layer World anymore."
"Help me manage the safe zone in the Third-Layer World."
"Also, keep an eye on the seventy-two rebel kings."
"If any one of them is utterly reduced to dust and ashes, remember to notify me."
Beitang Xue thumped her chest. "No problem!"
"Right, have you heard anything about my disciple, Ma Qingqiu?"
Fifty-five years ago, Wang Quan had sent ghost gods to find Ma Qingqiu, but none of them had ever returned.
Later, Wang Quan had become engrossed in refining Golden Cores and stopped paying attention to the matter.
"Ahem... no news."
"But I arranged for two ghost gods to protect him."
"Those two ghost gods' life lamps are still burning. They aren't dead."
"So Ma Qingqiu probably isn't dead either."
Beitang Xue breathed a sigh of relief. "As long as he's alive."
"That poor disciple of mine hasn't written to me all these years, or asked for silk stockings anymore. I thought he'd died out there."
A thought stirred in Wang Quan's mind. "Why don't you write him a letter and ask how he's been?"
Beitang Xue shook her head. "Unless there's serious business, I absolutely cannot contact him first."
Wang Quan asked curiously, "Why?"
Beitang Xue smiled without answering, then turned and flew away.
Wang Quan said, "Hah... women!"
The Underworld:
Ghost gods walked out of City No. 95, one after another.
Fast-flying ghosts and monsters hung densely all over their bodies.
Among them, Daoist Two Ravens perched atop a ghost god's head.
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