"Don't call me Lord. Now that Heart Rot Valley is my fief, we shall address each other as martial brothers."
Qin Xuan clapped him on the shoulder and said.
"Lord..."
Tan Fu looked up in terror, his eyes wary. He didn't dare to speak.
Fifteen years in Heart Rot Valley had worn away all his trust in the surrounding Demon Cultivators, leaving him unable to believe anyone.
"Never mind. Just tell me about Heart Rot Valley." Qin Xuan waved his hand, thinking Tan Fu was being needlessly complicated.
If Tan Fu hadn't been an old acquaintance from their time in the Plague Poison Altar, he would have slapped him to death by now.
"As you command."
A look of delight crossed Tan Fu's face, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.
It seemed that only when Qin Xuan treated him this way could he feel at ease.
"Our Heart Rot Valley has a total of 336 Qi Cultivating Spiritual Farmers, 11 Foundation Establishment Spirit Plant Cultivators, and jurisdiction over 7,210,000 mortals..."
