"My Lord, this concerns the Alchemist Society, and involves as many as four or five hundred thousand spirit stones. Lord Zhuo has been watching them for a long time, and this Wang..."
The moment he heard the number, Yu Xing shot to his feet and said excitedly, "Why didn't you say so earlier?!!"
"Assemble! All of you, get your asses over here!"
Seeing that the man had exactly the same rotten habits as Zhuo Shouqing, Wang Yu immediately knew this matter was settled.
However, when one had new people, one could not forget old ones. He thickened his face and said, "Well... Lord Zhuo's side."
"This Seat understands." Yu Xing glared at Wang Yu, then contacted Zhuo Shouqing with a Telepathic Talisman. Only after a long while did he say, "Second Brother Zhuo really did take in a loyal subordinate."
Wang Yu lowered his head, smiling without a word.
Before long.
The elite disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall had finished assembling. Even the lowest among them had Qi Refining Late Stage cultivation, and every one of them carried a Purple Blood Token that only an Inner Disciple possessed.
This group's status was not low, but they were also not as important as one might imagine. Most were collateral branches of powerful clans, or members of their circles of relatives and friends.
Just at that moment.
A streak of purple lightning flew over from the horizon. Only by focusing carefully could one see the figure sitting cross-legged atop a Vermilion Drum—it was none other than Zhuo Shouqing.
His robes were in disarray, and there were several plum-red lip prints on his face. It was clear how hastily he had rushed over.
"Where is he? Where is he? Yu Xing! Yu—"
"Stop howling."
Yu Xing looked at Zhuo Shouqing's appearance with