What Identity Do You Have? Have You Eaten a God? Do You Sit at My Table?

The mood in Lin Baici's little group had turned somewhat awkward because of Shakira.

After all, no one wanted to be around a jinx who might get them killed.

Hua Yueyu and Jin Yingzhen didn't really mind Gu Qingqiu. They were more worried about Lin Baici's safety.

"She was probably just messing with us. Don't take it to heart!"

Xia Hongyao reassured him.

Although Gu Qingqiu was frail and sickly, and not much of a fighter, she was very clever.

High Ponytail admired people like that most.

Gu Qingqiu smiled and looked at Lin Baici.

Although Xia Hongyao was nominally the leader of the team, Lin Baici was the one who actually called the shots. And if High Ponytail had to choose between the two of them, Gu Qingqiu was sure she would ultimately pick Lin Baici.

"You think I'd believe that kind of prophecy?"

Lin Baici scoffed. "Prophecies are meant to be broken!"

Gu Qingqiu's smile had been perfunctory just moments ago, but now she wore a genuine one.

Just as I expected of my fellow alumnus!

What guts!

Still, the prophecy couldn't be ignored.

Gu Qingqiu suddenly made up her mind. To repay her fellow alumnus for trusting her, she would make sure to die before him from now on.

Hua Yueyu sighed inwardly. How could she get stronger?

Otherwise, she'd die even sooner than Lin Baici!

"Let's go too!"

Lin Baici suggested. With so many people watching, he couldn't stand to remain in the banquet hall for another second.

Fish Ball Guy and Zhong Shuman caught up with them.

"Buddy, you really keep a low profile!"

Fish Ball Guy exclaimed. "The Great Shaman actually agreed to back you?"

Slave Owner had ignored Takeuchi Kurano, who represented the Great Glory, but after just a few words from Shakira,