"Benefactor."
Tu Ming held up the token with both hands and respectfully presented it.
"This is the Netherworld Cult's highest token of trust—the 'Netherworld Sea of Blood Token'! Seeing this token is the same as seeing the Cult Master in person. It can mobilize every force of the Netherworld Cult outside the forbidden grounds, and grant free entry and exit to the core of the Netherworld Sea of Blood."
"I present it to you today to express the sincerity of our cult. Should you ever need our aid, you may use this token to enter the Netherworld Sea of Blood directly. No one will dare stop you!"
Lu Chen's eyes flickered. He did not stand on ceremony and reached out to accept it.
The token felt slightly heavy in his hand. A warm yet fiercely austere aura flowed along his palm, faintly resonating with the power within his body.
Good stuff! And its symbolic meaning is enormous!
"Thank you, Elder Tu Ming. Thank you, everyone." Lu Chen cupped his hands, his attitude calm and composed, without the slightest arrogance.
This bearing made Tu Ming and the others feel even more strongly that their "benefactor" possessed extraordinary poise, deepening their gratitude.
"You are too kind, Benefactor. This is merely our cult's duty." Tu Ming returned the salute with clasped fists. "We have caused you considerable trouble today. Please do not take offense."
"We must return to the cult as soon as possible and report today's events to the Cult Master... as well as the matter concerning the Young Master..."
His voice paused, and he looked somewhat troubled.
Lu Chen understood. He waved his hand. "It's fine. Do as you please. I have a sense of propriety regarding today's matter."
He knew that when Tu Ming and the others returned, they would