Aoko Aozaki came to a stop before the countless miserable survivors. She took out the "Book of Dark Moon" and lightly brushed its cover with her palm. The book opened by itself, its pages flipping rapidly before stopping precisely on a certain page. "Ninth-Ring Divine Art: Mass Healing!"
Yang Lili and the others were laughing off to the side, while even Zou Qin pretended not to hear. Lu Xuan finally understood.
Did this situation even need an explanation?
"Here's how I see it, Master. After listening to you for so long, my understanding is that our goal is to sell Die Beilei products. In that case, we should be considered salespeople or business representatives. Am I understanding that correctly?" Xu Duan asked.
These people perfectly demonstrated what it meant to lose the chicken and the rice used to lure it, then lose the wife and the soldiers as well. Though they harbored resentment, they did not dare voice it. Besides, they were in the wrong! An Yu's side had the moral high ground. After all, it was all written in black and white, agreed to willingly by both sides, complete with signatures and bloody fingerprints. There was no way to deny it.
Therefore, the lowest cultivation among the corps' disciples was Mystic Spirit. As for disciples below Mystic Spirit, their foundations could not be altered. All the Saint Venerables and the upper ranks of humanity knew this clearly.
"Boss, there's a wooden cabin!" One of the sailors spotted it first and pointed excitedly at the cabin partially hidden among the trees, looking as if he had truly discovered a treasure.
"Tell me what happened earlier, and I can let it go. Otherwise..." An Yu's gaze turned cold. Thinking of Qingzhu's injuries at the time, he silently vowed, *Sooner or later,