"Oh, then I'll have to trouble you, little Ming ..." The heavenly silkworm transformation nodded.
"It's no trouble at all. It's my honor to be the young sect head's assistant!" Zhaoming said as he took out a book from his pocket. It was the same book he'd registered in before. He opened it up and counted. After a while, he said to the sky silkworm transformation,"Young head, there are twenty-four Sky Class Masters, nineteen Earth Class Masters, eight Mystic class Masters ..."
"You don't have to report Mystic class Masters." Sky silkworm form waved his hand, interrupting Zhaoming's words. He started calculating to himself,"A total of forty-three. Two a day. That's about twenty-two days .... That should be enough time to return safely ...."
"Young sect master, what did you say?" Kang Zhaoming didn't understand what the heavenly silkworm transformation was talking about.
