Shi Tiexin felt his head buzzing.
After worrying and fearing for so long, he had suddenly come face-to-face with the black hand today—only for it to be this kind of scene. It was truly beyond anything he had expected.
Of course, strictly speaking, the Kao Chuan Chang before him could only be considered the piece of cloth that covered the sky. That cloth could hide the heavens, be draped over one's shoulders as a cloak, or folded neatly onto a table as a tablecloth.
From Shi Tiexin's shallow understanding of the skewer-stall owner, this guy was capable but content to drift with the tide, the sort who did not care much about anything.
The one who truly put pressure on Shi Tiexin was the real black "hand" holding that cloth and throwing it over his head.
Shi Tiexin said in a low voice, "Whether I join or not can wait. I need to look into the Tian Ming Cult first before deciding. For now, let's talk about this—who exactly hired you?"
"That can't be said." Kao Chuan Chang solemnly struck the pose of a girl sitting duck-legged. "One thing is one thing. I came to invite you into the cult, but if I break the agreement, I'll get my merit points deducted too. Of course, if you're willing to join the Tian Ming Cult, I can risk breaking the rules and tell you."
Shi Tiexin narrowed his eyes. "You're that kindhearted?"
"Kindhearted my ass. Where in the Tian Ming Cult is there any kindness? There's profit in it for me." Kao Chuan Chang gave Shi Tiexin a profoundly meaningful smile. "If you join through my invitation code, the higher your potential rating, the more merit points I get."
"And once you join the Tian Ming Cult, you can apply to