Early morning, outside the Spirit Pagoda.
Leng Yaozhu wore a dark long dress, her hair tied up. She looked sharp and capable.
She folded her arms across her chest, her gaze sweeping over Bai Yuan and Gu Yuena.
"Get ready to go."
Bai Yuan and Gu Yuena nodded at the same time, standing behind her to either side.
Leng Yaozhu looked at them and added another sentence.
"Today, watch and learn. Don't talk recklessly. Listen carefully."
Bai Yuan nodded obediently.
"Yes, Teacher."
This was ridiculous. There was this kind of thing even in another world?
"Don't talk recklessly," "listen carefully"—wasn't that the standard line a manager gave new hires before taking them to a meeting in his previous life?
He had thought that coming to Douluo Continent would let him escape that routine.
Who would have thought that the Spirit Pagoda's promotion system was no different from the internship system at companies in his previous life?
Start from the bottom, build your resume, and don't talk nonsense when following the big shots out.
The smell of corporate culture was overpowering.
At that moment, she clapped her hands, and a streak of black light descended from the sky.
A Black-Grade Mecha, piloted by a Black-Grade Mecha Master—Leng Yaozhu's personal ride.
These terms had only been mentioned in passing in the original work, but now, as that black streak tore through the sky, Bai Yuan truly understood their weight.
The pinnacle of Soul Guidance technology.
It was not some civilian vehicle for getting around, but a true killing machine born for war.
Bai Yuan looked up as the black phoenix slowly descended. Its metal wingspan exceeded thirty meters, blotting out the sky.
Every feather on the phoenix's wings was composed of countless tiny Soul Guidance arrays, reflecting a cold, dark black sheen