Fat Long looked at the sun above his head with some confusion, "Brother Qiu, have you noticed that along our journey, whether it's the North Continent or Southern State, all the temples we've seen are abandoned?"
"Hmm."
Chen Qiu nodded lazily, "Maybe people have realized that praying to these clay statues is quite useless."
He was currently carrying two Golden Core resentful spirits on his back, but his Cultivation had reached the peak of the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, so these two resentful spirits couldn't pose much of a threat to him. As his Cultivation increased, so did his capacity to bear more resentful energy.
He felt a bit uncomfortable when he didn't have any resentful spirits on him before, but now he felt much better.
"That might be possible, it's just that something feels a bit off."
