Before the elder hosting the meeting had even logged on, the thirty-odd people in the conference room had already begun chattering away in the message board.
The top eight contestants seemed rather full of themselves, or perhaps burdened by their idol image. They all maintained a lofty air and did not join in the trivial small talk.
Zhang Yuanqing was different. Socializing was what he did best. Since these people were potential allies, he naturally had to build good relationships and earn a wave of goodwill.
Though plenty of people flattered him, everyone qualified to enter the slaughter dungeon was an outstanding figure from their respective branches.
Some among them would advance to Saint, then, after accumulating enough merit, naturally be promoted to deacon. In other words, the extraordinary walkers in this class were the future backbone of the organization and deacon candidates.
[Yuanshi Tianzun: To me, all of you are seniors. The slaughter dungeon is fraught with danger, and individual strength amounts to little. Once we enter the dungeon, I will do my utmost to help everyone. I also hope that you will lend me a hand should I run into trouble. Only by working together and helping one another can we clear the dungeon and advance to Saint.]
[The Little Match Boy: Well said. I'll be following Tianzun from now on.]
[Rain Woman Has No Melon: Count me in.]
[Long Live White Tiger: I heard entry into the dungeon uses random teleportation. I hope I get teleported in with Tianzun.]
Yuanshi Tianzun's "modesty and gentleness" drew a round of praise from his colleagues. Their tone became more casual, no longer quite so formal.
Yuanshi Tianzun was quite the smooth operator. He was more suited to being the lead wolf than Zhao Chenghuang. Once inside the dungeon, I can