"Anything else?" Wang Wei asked.
"Three more things," Red Mask replied. "First, the sect wants you to establish a Fate Fishing Pond for the entire sect. They've even left the materials for your pond to be connected to many Chaos Worlds."
"Hm? That's not a bad idea," Wang Wei muttered. The Fate Fishing Pond was something he did on a whim to pass the time and test his luck. Then, it evolved into a method of distributing gifts, but the sect saw it as an opportunity to replenish its resource reserves.
"What's the second thing?"
"More than 47 Yuan Epoch ago, the Tribal Sacred Mountain conducted an operation in which Ao Shen acted as a bait for the Darkness Chaos Demon God."
"Really? What was the result?"
"He ran away."
