He used to look down on the Black Hand Organization for sneaking around and ambushing people. Now he realized he'd been thinking too small. Who said the Black Hand Organization was no good? It was amazing.
As soon as he spoke, the other Immortal Emperors who were interested promptly swallowed their pride and spoke up, hoping to sign up.
They were all emperors of their own worlds and had long since lost any desire to join a sect. But now, they were all sorely tempted.
Some Immortal Emperors even wanted to bring their forces along and join, hoping to make it a case of "when one man attains the Dao, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."
That wasn't even the most outrageous part. Some even wanted to shove their entire Dao Worlds under their command into the Black Hand Organization, giving its numbers a massive boost.
In response to the emperors' interest, Fu Siyuan smiled and shook his head. The emperors looked disappointed, thinking he had turned them down.
But Fu Siyuan immediately took out paper and a brush. "Those whose injuries haven't healed should keep treating them. Those who've recovered and want to join the Black Hand Organization, come sign up with me."
The emperors froze. Then they crossed space and time to appear in front of Fu Siyuan. The emperors, who usually behaved with such decorum, no longer cared about saving face as they scrambled to cut in line.
"Hey, are you looking for a beating? How dare you cut in front of me?"
"So what? My toe got here before you did, so I should be ahead of you."
"..."
"You in front, get to the back. Don't think I didn't see you sneak ahead with a divine ability."
"I cut in line with my