Wang Ba returned to the Eastern Saint Garrison.
He immediately sensed the heavy atmosphere within the garrison.
He could even see cultivators missing arms or legs by the roadside, sighing in despair.
They lost a battle?!
Wang Ba could not help feeling a jolt of alarm.
Over the past two months, Bao Chao had taught and he had learned, both of them wholly absorbed in their work, without communicating with the outside world at all.
As such, he knew nothing of the current situation between the Heavenly Gate Sect and the Incense Dao.
But judging by what he had seen along the way, the Heavenly Gate Sect had clearly fared poorly in its clashes with the Incense Dao.
Everywhere he looked, both Heterodox Dao cultivators and Heavenly Gate Sect cultivators in red-and-black robes wore solemn expressions and tightly furrowed brows.
This puzzled him.
He knew a fair amount about the Incense Dao. The Incense Dao cultivators who had come to the Chen Kingdom all belonged to the Yin God lineage, which had suffered relentless exclusion within the Myriad Gods Kingdom.
Having lost the deity who sheltered them, they could no longer use any of the cultivation methods or techniques they had received from the Yin God.
Their actual combat strength was clearly far weaker than that of ordinary Incense Dao cultivators.
The Heavenly Gate Sect, meanwhile, possessed numerous inheritances and equally strange, unpredictable methods. With the advantage of fighting on home ground as well, it ought to have been pressing the Incense Dao cultivators into the dirt.
Unable to make sense of it, Wang Ba did not dwell on it and returned straight to the Chicken Farm.
There, he discovered that most of the Spirit Rice in the spirit fields had already been harvested, and Bu Chan was busy working