On the Floating Platform, the night wind swept up the hem of Andy's suit. Only after Lin Sheng's Flying Craft had vanished completely into the night sky did he slowly withdraw his gaze.
Suddenly, a breeze swept past, and a Gray-Robed Elder with white hair and a white beard appeared beside him.
The old man stood stooped, looking like an ordinary elderly servant, but his aura was restrained to the utmost. Standing there, he blended seamlessly into his surroundings. He was a veteran powerhouse at the Peak Demigod level, and Andy's personal bodyguard, Uncle Fu.
"Uncle Fu, apply to the group in my name for Corrosion Beasts aligned with flesh and Inferno. The stronger, the better."
Andy spoke mildly without turning his head.
His shrewd merchant's air had already vanished, replaced by an indescribable calm, as though he had suddenly transformed from a wealthy wastrel into the group's successor.
"Of course, Young Master Andy." The old man answered immediately, but ultimately could not resist adding another remark.
"Young Master Andy, you're placing far too much importance on this Lin Sheng."
His voice was hoarse, like two sheets of sandpaper rubbing against each other.
"He's only a youngster at the first limit break. Even if he possesses exceptional talent and some fighting strength, his foundations are still shallow. Even if it's a sinecure, not just anyone can hold an advisory position in the Dragon Antiquity Consortium. And you even gave him the complete Starfield Map. That's one of the consortium's core assets. As for Corrosion Beast-level resources, even you have a limited allocation, Young Master."
In his eyes, his young master's overtures were making a mountain out of a molehill.
Sun Radiance City was crowded with geniuses. Every figure on the Hero Ranking was a favored child of heaven. Lin Sheng