Zhao Feng knew that Duanmu Qing going to the Purple Saint Ruins was great news for Zhao Yufei.
After thinking for a while, he realized that, after entering the Sacred Land, all he needed to do was cultivate quietly. There were no other requirements.
The only other thing was to take care of the people on the Blue Lightning Sea Sky Ship, but he didn’t need an Emperor just for that.
“How long will Master be gone for?”
Zhao Feng asked.
“At least a month or two, at most half a year. It won’t be hard to stop the problems that the Purple Saint Ruins is facing, but it’ll be hard to recover the dimension itself. Time is also needed for the inheritance to become complete.”
Duanmu Qing answered.
Before he left, Duanmu Qing sent a stream of information about the Demigod Forgotten Garden into Zhao Feng’s mind.
Although the Demigod Forgotten Garden only opened once every five hundred years, the Sacred Land’s history was extremely long.
