Invitation

Hearing Chen Lin's words, Zhang Zhengan shook his head.

"Fellow Daoist Chen doesn't know the whole story. I'm actually a Rogue Cultivator. Years ago, I was badly wounded in a fight and came to Bamian City to recover. Because I had some skill at appraisal, the All-Direction Trading Firm invited me to become an Attendant. Later, when the firm was short of people, they had me oversee a branch."

He drained the Spirit Wine in his cup and let out a heavy breath.

"The firm kept trying to make me sign a Soul Pact, but I turned them down with one excuse after another. That's why they never truly trusted me. As soon as they found someone who could replace me, they couldn't wait to take away my position."

At this, he gave a scornful laugh. "The Great Elder wanted me to keep shielding other Huang Family descendants, using me as a Guard. I'd had enough of that damned treatment, so I gave up the reward I was owed this time in exchange for my freedom."

Chen Lin sympathized with him. One look at Zhang Zhengan told him the man was forthright by nature. He had probably swallowed his pride for so long because he hoped to use the All-Direction Trading Firm's resources to reach Void Refinement. After all, the great powers controlled most high-level resources, and Rogue Cultivators had a hard time getting hold of them.

But why would the Huang Family give such prized resources to an outsider? If Zhang Zhengan reached Void Refinement, what would they do with him then?

An uncontrollable Void Refinement powerhouse would be no blessing to the firm. He would be a seed of disaster.

Zhang Zhengan had been too trusting of human nature.

In Chen Lin's view, Ancestor Qingyun had already shown