Chapter 392: Being Too Good at Pig Farming Isn't Great, The Myth of Taking Off!_2

Kunshrimp Daoist finished speaking and turned into a streak of light, disappearing from sight.

As for... seeing each other again?

Seeing each other again my ass, never again!

That little old man had to make a run for it!

Indeed, his pig-raising abilities weren't bad, yielding quite a harvest for those above him.

But damn it... too good is also a problem.

Especially when it came to the Ten Suns...

Why does that seem so familiar?

He suddenly remembered, it seemed his disciple had reported not too long ago that the Canglan Realm had gained ten extra suns.

At the time, he'd thought it was an illusion, or perhaps a strange phenomenon.

Caught up in a crucial stage of alchemy, he'd planned to wait a few years before checking it out.

Now, it seemed there was no need.

He directly killed that disciple and, after conducting a Soul Search, found out he was the only one left who knew about the ten suns in Canglan Realm.