Chapter 95
Qinchuan looked at the Grand Elder and truly did not know what to say.
They were truly a bunch of family-decaying wastes.
How splendid was the Congyun Sect back in the day?
In just under a hundred thousand years, it had fallen to such a state.
To be exact, it had not even been a full hundred thousand years.
Because the decline of the Congyun Sect began after Wu Yong left.
And Wu Yong left some seventy to eighty thousand years ago.
The Grand Elder hung his head low, too ashamed to speak.
Wu Tian and the other elders also had embarrassed expressions. Although the decline of the Congyun Sect did not start with their generation, they had also failed to restore the glory of the Congyun Sect and felt ashamed before their ancestors.
Things having come thus far, Qinchuan was too lazy to continue reprimanding them and simply asked, "When will the spirit grasses and precious medicines in the Myriad Spirit Garden next be ripe for harvest?"