Zostemou shook his head, telling him, "Most of my subordinates were forced to sign the contract, so I was left with almost no one to do my biddings. I couldn't send anyone to watch them. Father, you'll have to look for him yourself." As soon as Zostemou said that, he sprung into action once again, having to deal with another issue that appeared within the range of his Divine Sense.
Mou narrowed his eyes in response but didn't waste time there. He had already arranged for some people to come to Dry Sky City to help his son. If the occurrences were smaller, then his son wouldn't need to go out so many times and could therefore cultivate. That was the only safe way to guarantee his son wouldn't die due to the contract and could still have time to train. "Let's go. We need to investigate."
