"Brother Jiang, what are we doing next?"
Since Yang Qing was willing to stay, he had truly decided from the bottom of his heart to follow Jiang Yan and accomplish something great.
Though he was a True Intent Martial Artist, he had already graduated two years ago. His talent was far inferior to those prodigies who had broken through to the True Intent Realm while still in university.
Yang Qing had always held a fire in his heart. He had long grown sick and weary of this position where he was lacking compared to those above, yet more than enough compared to those below.
The most miserable students in this world were neither the low achievers nor those lofty top students.
They were middling students like Yang Qing—able to effortlessly surpass ordinary people without trying, yet unable to cross the threshold of super prodigies even after exhausting every ounce of strength!
If he could truly make a name for himself with Jiang Yan in the Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground, then his life would not have been lived in vain.
"Didn't I say it last night? By tomorrow at the latest, I'll begin attacking other bases and seizing Treasure Lands."
Jiang Yan answered leisurely, utterly unmoved by Yang Qing's change.
The Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground was merely a transition. The Duel Arena was only a stepping stone for him to grow stronger. Jiang Yan did not care whether those he employed were loyal.
As long as they were useful, that was enough.
That applied to Yang Qing, to Xue Han, and to everyone else as well.
"Brother Jiang, now that you've won over the people at this base, is the next stage gathering them to attack other bases?"
Yang Qing was itching for action, his face flushed red, clearly eager for