A month later.
Netherworld, Blood Spirit Island.
After Aristotle met with his friend at the City Lord's Mansion, he returned to the Blood Spirit Tower. News of his "experience" had already spread among the Blood Phantom Army soldiers guarding the Teleportation Array.
Some thought Aristotle was unlucky, while others thought he was fortunate. Having crossed paths with a powerhouse from the Four Divine Beast Family, perhaps he could use this chance to attach himself to them.
Thus, after Aristotle returned to the Blood Spirit Tower, quite a few people came personally to see him. Much of it was merely idle chatter, and some even hinted that during the next Sovereign's Army competition, they could secretly let Aristotle's squad win.
"Hehe, then I won't stay any longer. We belong to the same squad, so if you need anything from me, just say the word."
A burly man stood with a hearty laugh, his voice deep and heavy. After speaking to Aristotle, he left directly.
Watching the burly man depart, Aristotle felt somewhat helpless. But considering the Four Divine Beast Family's influence, it seemed only natural.
These people are worse than Chek.
Aristotle snorted inwardly.
The only person he could truly call a good friend was Minotaur Chek, who had originally been meant to transport that batch of people from the Material Plane, including Ailin. Unfortunately, Chek's destination that time had been too far away. It would likely take decades before he returned.
Too lazy to deal with those people, Aristotle left the Blood Spirit Tower and went to guard the Teleportation Array.
He was also considering going out to transport people from the Material Planes himself during this period. It would save him from being irritated here.
As Aristotle pondered, a Metal Lifeform suddenly approached rapidly from the distance.
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