"If you distinguish yourselves in the future, you may be promoted to inner sect elders at any time. What do you two think?"
Seeing the two swear their oaths, Tang Lan smiled and rose to his feet, raising his wine cup as well.
"We have little interest in the rank of the position!"
"Brother Tang Lan, the kindness you've shown us brothers will remain engraved in our hearts!"
Bauer and Kevin exchanged a glance before Bauer spoke.
At the same time, the two raised their cups and clinked them against Tang Lan's.
"Once you join the Tang Sect, we are family. Forget about gratitude. Just remember that you are part of the Tang Sect."
Tang Lan waved his hand, indicating that they need not stand on ceremony, then drained his cup in one gulp.
Bauer and Kevin did the same.
"If I'm not mistaken, Brother Tang Lan—ah, no, Vice Sect Leader Tang Lan—are you going to the Sea of Death this time to obtain a suitable soul ring?"
"And your target is those Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts."
Now that he had joined the Tang Sect, Kevin naturally had to consider the interests of everyone in the Tang Sect.
In his view, Tang Lan had most likely reached rank eighty-nine and was on the verge of breaking through a bottleneck.
For a soul master as powerful as him, the first choice for a soul ring would naturally be one over a hundred thousand years old.
After Kevin's reminder, Bauer seemed to understand as well and began worrying for Tang Lan.
That place was truly a land of death, not merely a name.
This applied to every human who entered it, including Titled Douluo.
"It's fine. Trust me, I can handle it."
"Bauer, when will you next return to the Eastern Continent?"
Tang