"Exactly!"
Hermes said.
By now, he had already come out of his cultivation.
Trist was leaving, so Hermes had also said a brief goodbye to him.
"One drop of Sovereign's Might. This is a trump card I'm giving you to save your life. Don't reveal it lightly. Otherwise, Sovereign's Might won't be your trump card—it'll be a death warrant."
Not far from the city gates, Trist watched the Metal Life speed away. His eyes gleamed.
"Thank you, sir!"
On the small, deserted hill, Trist bowed respectfully.
"Trist won't let you down, sir. I'll work hard at cultivating until I can catch up to you."
Once you've seen a mountain, it's hard to look at a plain the same way.
Trist didn't expect to be able to crush a Seven-star Demon with ease like Hermes, but he wanted to keep up.
"At the very least, I want to be worthy of following at your side."
Trist was, of course, immensely envious of Bamer.
"At our speed, we'll reach Truk Volcano in about fifty years."
Befriending Leis Jing had earned them not only Sovereign's Might, but also a map of the Purple Thorn Continent for Hermes, Bamer, and the others.
A remarkably detailed map.
Perhaps Purple Thorn Sovereign God had specially prepared it for his son.
Leis Jing had simply made a copy for Hermes.
He'd held nothing back.
It was hard for Hermes not to like someone like that.
Leis Jing was the sort of person who spared no expense for any friend he considered worthy, treating them all like family.
"Don't worry, Leis Jing!"
Hermes had accepted Leis Jing as a friend in his heart. I won't let your investment in me go to waste.
I'll help make your dream of having a Paragon friend come true ahead of time!