The Mountain Need Not Be High for Immortals to Make It Famous; the Water Need Not Be Deep for Dragons to Make It Numinous

In fact, after the lesson ended, No. 18 no longer had the authority to order Da Zhe around. There was no hierarchy among the Black Soul Envoys; all of them were merely managed by You Ye.

At most, they were connected by a senior-junior relationship. Besides, Da Zhe was a Black Soul who wielded the Zhan Lu Sword, so No. 18 naturally did not regard him as an ordinary Black Soul Envoy.

"No need. This is my own business." No. 18 calmly rejected Da Zhe's overly familiar manner. "Besides, I remember you were going to look for our master, weren't you? How did you end up here?"

"I ran into some amazing things, and they delayed me for quite a while." Da Zhe shrugged. "Also, my boss gave me half a day off."

Half a day off?

A trace of surprise appeared beneath the black mist covering No. 18's face. For a moment, she could not tell whether this so-called leave was the same kind she knew. Strictly speaking, however, each Black Soul Envoy was an independent individual. Aside from their shared habit of seeking sponsors through the club, the Black Soul Envoys as a whole could be described as people who minded only their own business.

Back when there had been many Black Soul Envoys, there had been plenty of cases where some of them had never exchanged a single word before vanishing.

"Is that so? Then cherish it." No. 18 nodded.

"Exactly, so I prepared some things." Da Zhe smiled, then glanced at the bag in his hand.

No. 18 took a look and found that it was filled with ingredients. She shook her head. Black Souls could survive without food, so in her eyes, Da Zhe was wasting his time. "Suit yourself, as long as you don't