Golden Age

"What is it?"

Zhao Ju, who had long been itching with anticipation, immediately rushed in. When he saw Zhang Lexuan and Xian Lin'er already dressed, he could not help feeling greatly disappointed. Then, noticing the icy look in his wife's eyes, he hurriedly put on a stern expression and asked what they needed him to do.

"Next, Brother Chrysanthemum, you'll need to make a little sacrifice. Accompany our great Dean Yan in a dance, then engage in some deeper interactions. Don't worry, we'll only film your back, with at most a side profile showing. We'll use some cleverly misaligned movements to create the desired effect. You won't need to actually do anything."

As he explained the requirements for the upcoming cameo, Tian Hao assigned this elder brother figure a supporting role.

"I refuse!"

Having understood the script, Zhao Ju's face nearly turned green.

How could he possibly agree to something like this?

"Sir, I was wrong. I was wrong. Please show mercy."

Yan Shaozhe caved. As an experienced man, he naturally understood what Tian Hao meant. If he really did something like that and let the other party film it, he would rather just die.

This was no longer a question of backbone. It had gone far beyond the limits of what was acceptable.

Tian Hao ignored Yan Shaozhe's pleas and instead muttered to himself.

"There isn't quite enough Lightning Attribute Special Metal left. There's only enough to make one set of Lightning Attribute Dark Alloy Armor. Who should I give it to?"

"Can I wear this human-skin mask?"

Just as Zhao Ju was preparing to flee, he heard that and, after hesitating, gritted his teeth and took out a human-skin mask from his Storage Soul Tool.

He had made it long ago, intending to wear it to make a