Both guards' eyes flickered when they heard Chen Lin's words.
The young cultivator took the Storage Bag, inspected it, and handed it to the old man.
The old man looked it over and said thoughtfully, "The requirements for entering the secret realm are very high now, and the required contribution points keep rising. Since you've shown such sincerity, I can give you my own slot, but that will only cover you."
These words made Zhao Chengfeng and the others pale.
Without a powerhouse like Chen Lin, their chances of surviving after joining the Guard Team would be even lower.
Chen Lin rubbed his nose.
"Why make things difficult for me, fellow Daoist? A few Semi-Void Realm cultivators will hardly affect the secret realm. My name is Yu Yuehai, and my strength is fairly decent. Consider this a favor I owe you both. If you need anything in the future, just ask."
The White-Bearded Old Man shook his head.
"It's not that I want to make things difficult for you. We simply don't dare go too far, or we won't be able to answer to our superiors."
He paused.
Then he added, "How about this? Leave one person to join the Guard Team. That way, if our superiors discover this, I'll have an explanation."
Chen Lin did not argue further.
He turned to look at Wang Wulun and Shi Yuelan.
"Which of you will stay?"
Neither of them had paid him, and both had been evasive, so he could only choose between them.
He had saved their lives and brought them here. He owed neither of them anything.
Wang Wulun and Shi Yuelan both remained silent.
At this point, staying or leaving could mean the difference between life and death.
"Please hurry, fellow Daoist. The shift change is coming soon. Once