Yang Chen smiled and said, "I think the Ancestor's intention is to make it easier for us to kill more Dao slaves in this mountain range. But don't get too excited about having more Dao slaves here, because although there are many of them, they're mostly killed."
"This..."
"Killed?"
"Have we arrived too late?"
Yang Chen nodded: "You are indeed late. I entered here by chance, and there were indeed not many Dao slaves at that time. Unfortunately, with my limited strength, I only managed to kill a few Ancient Bronze Daonu and didn't really get any real benefits before the Dao slaves were completely taken by the various sects."
Fu Yueying looked at Yang Chen a few times with a smile, making Yang Chen feel a bit creeped out.
Of course, she wasn't questioning Yang Chen. She just felt that Yang Chen's claim of killing a few Ancient Bronze Daonu wasn't quite true.
It wasn't that Yang Chen killed too many, but that he killed too few.
