Zhang Yang walked out of the conference room like a monster, then returned to his own room like a monster as well. No one came forward to greet him. Everyone looked at him with either fear or loathing and hatred.
Some even secretly spat at him.
Even Yuan Gang, Liu Kai, and the others, who had initially been known as the Seven Worms of Wuwei Commandery, kept their distance.
He had become someone hated by both gods and ghosts.
After all, he had just killed one of his own, all because of some inexplicable reason.
So it was no wonder that the chubby old man had been so furious.
Family was already the last thing these transcendent beings feared. The fact that he could utter the words "wipe out his entire clan" showed just how appalling Zhang Yang's actions had been—at least before the truth came to light.
Still, Zhang Yang truly admired the old man's magnanimity.
Zhang Yang had blown up his chief general's head right in front of him, yet the old man had not gone mad with rage. Instead, he had turned the tables and put Zhang Yang on the spot.
"Very well. I'll go reclaim what was mine in the first place. Does this count as karma coming full circle?"
Zhang Yang lay on his bed without moving, quietly turning the matter over in his mind.
For the next eight days, he never stepped outside his room. It was not until an hour before the Game Village Building Order was activated that he was summoned to a huge conference room. Over a hundred people were seated there. Fifty-eight of them, like Zhang Yang, were going to activate the Game Village Building Order; the rest were officials and members of the expert teams.
The chubby old man