After the Primal Lord's amazement subsided, as if struck by a thought, he immediately grasped Xu Fan.
"Master Xu, could you please check if there are still members of the Human Clan on that battlefield the next time you go there?"
"My master's grandmaster, had gone to that unknown battlefield when he was drafted," the Primal Lord hurriedly said.
At the time he began his cultivation, his master's grandmaster took great care of him.
After being rejected by the Three Thousand Realms, he had given all his unused Spiritual Treasures to the Primal Lord.
"Sure, I'll check it out when the time comes."
"However, that place is easy to enter but difficult to exit, I need to accumulate enough battlefield contributions to exit," said Xu Fan.
No. 3 Clone had probably already turned into a ruthless Xuanyuan supreme treasure refining machine by this point.
"Thank you, Master Xu," said the grateful Primal Lord.
"There's no need for formalities."
