Zhao Jian, upon hearing this, could only remain silent.
He knew that when dealing with a cultivator like Qi Yuan with mental issues, no amount of reasoning or persuasion would help.
Even more so, if Qi Yuan were to be angered, before the Tao Gods from powers like Heavenly King Mountain could act to slay him, Qi Yuan himself might have already killed him.
He shrugged his shoulders, daring not to say anything more.
Next to him, Duke Naiko still maintained the carefree appearance of a young girl.
Three thousand years had left no mark upon her.
She was dressed in a jk skirt, her legs snowy white and tender, her hair a wine-red color, brimming with youthfulness.
She looked at Qi Yuan, her eyes filled with joy and worry.
"Master, over these three thousand years, I have held over seven thousand six hundred Sun God congregations, with a total of over three billion people attending, but … concerning the path of the Sun God you seek, there has been … very little progress."