A single stone stirred up a thousand-layered wave.
Han Ya's words sent the Heavenly Ghosts below into an uproar.
"General! If there's a chance to become a general, it can only be me!"
"Bullshit! I haven't even spoken yet. Since when did a useless piece of trash like you get a turn?"
"What did you say? How about we fight and see who's useless?"
Several Heavenly Ghosts nearly came to blows at once.
Amid the crowd, Qing Lian frowned.
"General..."
To be honest, becoming a Throne General was something she had once never even dared to imagine.
If this had happened in the past, she would have fought desperately for any chance to become a general.
But now, she no longer thought that way.
Especially after hearing that she would have to receive Blood Bestowal from the Throne.
She herself had used Blood Bestowal to create several blood descendants. Later, when she joined the Strategic Affairs Department, she had severed those ties herself.
But Qing Lian knew that after Blood Bestowal, she would hold the power of life and death over her blood descendants.
Whether they lived or died would depend on her thoughts alone.
She was already like that. The Throne's methods would only be more formidable.
Even if she became a Throne General after receiving Blood Bestowal, her life and even her freedom would still be in the Throne's hands.
"No. I have to find a chance to slip away."
"As for that sickly fellow, to hell with him!"
The next day.
The howling wind roared.
Qing Lian was standing atop a Flying Beast.
General Han Ya spoke: "This is your trial ground. You will stay here for seven days."
"Also, each of you has a token on your person, and each token bears a corresponding number."
"After