Chương 2752: The wind stops and the rain vanishes (1)

Zhao Hai didn't dislike this nickname at all. There was nothing bad about being a farmer. Perhaps in the eyes of these cultivators, farmers were indeed a level lower than them. However, Zhao Hai knew very well that without farmers, whatever the tyrannical blade school ate, the lower-level cultivators would have to eat. Without farmers, they wouldn't have food, and they wouldn't be able to cultivate.

After Zhao Hai returned to the No. 52 courtyard, he cultivated and supervised Qiu tie's cultivation every day. After that, he paid attention to any news regarding ghost cultivators.

However, to Zhao Hai's surprise, the news of the ghost cultivators completely disappeared after two months. There was no more news of the ghost cultivators on the continent. This not only made Zhao Hai, who had been observing this matter, feel strange, but also the higher-ups of the major sects in the true spirit realm.