Hongxiu walked up from behind and chuckled, "He, don't leave yet! Tell me about the situation in Southern Diaspora."
"Why do you still ask?" He Yitian's face darkened. "Southern Diaspora spans millions of miles, with three superpowers, seven or eight great powers, and countless second-rate powers. Any third-rate power could easily crush your Wuji Sect. Alright, enough, stop asking."
He was speechless. A sect without even a Lord's realm, how could it possibly establish itself in Southern Diaspora?
Hongxiu was taken aback. "Is my Wuji Sect really that bad?" She touched her nose, feeling that something was amiss. That guy Chen Pingping alone should be able to hold off dozens of peerless experts, right?
"Don't ask. Asking just makes it C-list." He Yitian felt like coughing up blood.
"Hmm, it's not unacceptable. At least it's not D-list." She smiled. "There's still a chance."
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