Becoming a Disciple

The cloaked man finally smiled. "A good strategist builds momentum; a good planner sees far ahead."

"I don't get it!" Lieutenant Stephen frowned, then said, "What's going on with that Ju Mang? He has an absurd number of Sovereign-grade items. And I couldn't call him to death—his Spirit Realm ID isn't Ju Mang."

The cloaked man immediately frowned. "Tell me everything in detail."

Stephen Simpson then described the details of last night's battle.

After listening, the cloaked man said nothing for a long time, like a statue.

Lieutenant Stephen asked coldly, "Did you think of something?"

The cloaked man's voice was hoarse. "I remembered someone—someone already dead. I hope it isn't what I think. Don't worry about him. The leader's plan matters more. No matter what, his level is still too low. At a critical time, there's no need to waste energy on him."

After seeing off the chairman, Zhang Yuanqing went to the cafeteria for breakfast. He then gathered the Saints of Return of the Dead in his bedroom and, concealed by a soundproofing item, gave everyone a detailed account of last night's battle.

Guan Ya and Sun Miaomiao broke out in cold sweat as they listened, feeling both frightened in retrospect and resentful. Zhao Chenghuang, Asano Ryo, and All Under Heaven Returns to Fire were relieved that their guild leader had escaped with his life, while also marveling that he could now take part in battles among peak Sovereigns.

Back then, they had all been friends who held hands and cleared the Slaughter Dungeon together. Now, you had secretly put on a handsome suit and slicked your hair into the look of an adult.

Only Red Chicken Bro vigorously patted Zhang Yuanqing on the shoulder, calling him awesome while saying that surviving a great disaster meant great fortune