Over those three years, Ye Qing had never actually returned to the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters. He had stayed in Mingdu the entire time.
The main reason was that he disliked the somewhat disgusting place that was the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters. The secondary reason was that Mingdu was more interesting, and it was easier to make money there.
And when he returned to the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters after three years, he found that nothing had changed.
The Evil Soul Masters were still going about their usual business, not taking the task of spreading the word of their great Asura God to heart at all.
Ye Qing was a little speechless.
He couldn't carry them. He simply couldn't carry them.
It had been like this at Shrek, where a bunch of old geezers who lived off handouts and waited to die, invincible only at infighting, schemed against one another all day without the slightest desire to improve. And even after coming to the Holy Spirit Cult, it was still the same. Every last one of them was a salted fish, thinking only of their own comfort.
This won't do. You have to help me overthrow... no, wait, you have to help me spread Great God King Tang's radiance across the Douluo Continent.
He had originally hoped they would show a little initiative, but in the end, he still had to dangle a carrot in front of them and let them see the benefits before they would contribute to the Douluo Continent's development.
"Looks like I'll have to take action personally after all." Ye Qing began working out a new scheme in his mind.
Over those three years, aside from working on Soul Armor, he had also spent his free time considering how to spread Tang San's mighty name. He