Qing Yuzi seemed to be trapped in a dire predicament, but for some reason, whenever Zhao Xing saw this single elm tree, he couldn’t help but feel like smiling.
“Divine Lord, I know you’re anxious, but please calm down first—explain clearly what exactly you want me to do for you?”
Qing Yuzi shook his head and sighed. “You can’t help me, at least not the way you are now.”
“Well, I can at least help you pass along information.”
“That’s useless.” Qing Yuzi sighed again. “The place where I am trapped requires the [Inheritance Key] to enter. Only you and I have one, oh right, and you’re at the divine level. Only the two of us can get in.”
“What kind of place is so dangerous? Can’t I inform the Divine Kings and ask them to rescue you?”
Qing Yuzi gave a bitter smile. “It’s not that simple. In the Arid Domain era, any Divine King, when tracing backward through the river of time and space, will cause a huge commotion.”
“Even if a Divine King comes, the Unbooked Divine King of the Evil God faction will follow. At that point, I’d still die.”
Only then did Zhao Xing recall that Qing Yuzi was notorious throughout infinite time and space.