The Storyteller wore a conflicted expression. This was clearly supposed to be his Wen Ming alone.
Cen Qiaofu sighed, wearing an expression that said, Just as expected.
The masked man was swept up in the fervor, only to suddenly freeze as realization struck him. His face hardened. "At a time like this, you're still trying to pull tricks on me?"
"What?"
All the passion in Xu Xiaoshou was doused on the spot.
"Xu Xiaoshou?" the masked man asked in return. "Trying to fool me? Does that count? Swear to me in Wen Ming's name!"
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
"My name really is Xu..."
"Wen Ming!"
"Oh."
Xu Xiaoshou was speechless. Dejected, he said, "Saint Slave, I, Wen Ming, choose to join..."
"Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm."
Only then did the masked man nod in satisfaction. Pressing a hand onto the young man's shoulder, he said, "Your token is mine. Keep it safe for now; when I have time later, I'll engrave one for you."
"Theoretically speaking, I do have some connections across the continent."
"Though I don't know what enemies you may encounter in the future, if there's truly something you can't resolve, you can try taking out the token. Perhaps a flood will wash into the Dragon King's temple, and the other party might choose to spare you."
"Like that?" Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up. "Then what if I run into Red Robes or White Robes?"
"I advise you not to."
Cen Qiaofu quietly drove the knife in from behind. "You'd better find an opportunity to destroy it. If you really take it out, you'll only die a more miserable death."
The masked man chuckled. "That's right. Taking out the token depends on the situation."
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
This...
Then what was the point of this token?
Seeing the young man's suddenly