Aunt Liu sighed, unable to hide her disappointment. "Even after laying down roots here for over a hundred years, the news we've managed to pass out is still pitifully little…”0

They had embedded themselves deep in the fallen zone to gather intelligence and relay it to the ancient gods. Yet after all these years, the information they'd managed to send out was scarce at best. Worse still, many of their comrades had died along the way.0

At times, Aunt Liu couldn't help but wonder whether everything they had done was truly worth it.0

"Aunt Liu, no matter how things turn out, we just need to do our part. Our job is to pass on information. Killing the evil gods should be left to the Venerables, not us," Little...0