"This is the ninth tribe already...."
Chen Qing and Wei Gongcheng were investigating urgently, but the island was truly vast—almost comparable in size to Jiangnan—sprawled with mountainous terrain, and most of all scattered extensively. The distance between one tribe and another was about as far as Lyuzhou from its farthest county, which would take an ordinary person riding a fast horse almost an entire day.
Using their Divine Skills, the two hurried through, but searching among the newborns distributed across fourteen tribes was troublesome, especially with the Hell Ruler's seal preventing them from using temple transference.
Chen Qing glanced at the sky; despite their hurried pace, two whole days had passed, yet they were still clueless.
By now, Ziyue should have returned to Jiangnan, right?
