"Hehehe!"
Lin scoffed with disdain.
Then he closed his eyes and continued his cultivation.
...
Spring passed, and autumn came.
Another fifty springs and autumns went by.
Laozi and Primordial had visited eight more Human Clan Tribes, and each tribe had a Quasi-Saint Peak powerhouse similar to Lin, which left them both speechless.
"Senior brother, every one of the nine tribes has a Quasi-Saint Peak powerhouse. Isn't the Human Race a bit too uncanny?!"
Primordial and Laozi stood above the firmament, looking down at the hardworking Human Race, with helplessness in Primordial's eyes.
"Yes, it's quite uncanny."
Laozi felt equally helpless.
Such was the Human Race, far beyond his expectations.
Had he known this would happen, he should have planned carefully before coming.
"What should we do?"
Primordial was at a loss.
He always followed behind Laozi, with many affairs being decided by Laozi.
Now facing this situation, he could only look to Laozi's actions.
