After seeing off the members of the Demon Race, Qin Ming met with Cold Crow Reverend alone.
The two had not seen each other for many years, so they privately caught up on old times.
"Younger Brother Qin, to be honest, This Seat truly envies you. Now that you have such a powerful fourth-rank sacred beast spirit pet, your Southern Wasteland can be said to stand as firm as Mount Tai."
"Unlike me—although Great Zhou has been wrested back from the demonic path, the pressure remains immense. Should the battle situation undergo some great upheaval in the future, I hope Younger Brother Qin will look after me a little more!"
Cold Crow Reverend spoke with utter sincerity and gave Qin Ming a cupped fist salute.
"Of course. If Qin has the spare strength, I will certainly help. However, Fellow Daoist Hannya has seen it as well—the scale of the descents is continually expanding. Even within our Southern Wilderness Cultivation Realm, Nascent Soul Devil Lords have begun descending one after another."
"Besides that, Qin has uncovered internal intelligence. I heard that Lord Seven Sorrows has already set his sights on our Southern Wasteland. I fear there will be major moves ahead, and Qin may well be too busy saving himself to help anyone else." Qin Ming sighed.
Then he added casually,
"I had originally planned to ask Fellow Daoist Hannya to lend me a hand when the time came."
"What?! Lord Seven Sorrows?" Cold Crow Reverend's reaction could not have been more genuine.
He promptly rose to his feet and said, "Fellow Daoist Qin, mountains and rivers will meet again. Farewell for now!"
Immediately afterward, disregarding Qin Ming's attempts to keep him, Cold Crow Reverend hurriedly caught up with Myriad Treasures True Monarch and the others before leaving in a rush.