Thunder Valley's Profiteering

Cloud Soaring Settlement was filled with joy, the atmosphere blazing with excitement.

Even Yun Teng, who had always been clouded by gloom, could not stop smiling now.

He was utterly delighted.

"Qianshan, it was all thanks to you this time. If you hadn't asked that senior to intervene, our entire Cloud Soaring Settlement would likely have faced total destruction. This time, Qianshan, you saved the lives of hundreds of thousands of humans in Cloud Soaring Settlement!"

Zhong Qianshan was somewhat embarrassed as well. He coughed twice and said, "Actually, even without me, the Golden Devil Palace Master probably wouldn't have escaped disaster. He actually failed to recognize his place and set his sights on that senior—what else could that be but courting death? I merely ran a few errands."

"That is not so!"

Yun Teng's expression turned solemn.

"Qianshan."

"That old bastard Golden Devil's death was an accident. We cannot keep relying on luck. You are the one who truly brought us a powerful backer and strength. No matter what, you are the greatest contributor to Cloud Soaring Settlement."

"This honor is yours by right."

"If it weren't for you, even if we had not been destroyed, we would still have lived in constant fear. How could we possibly be as safe and at ease as we are now?"

Yun Teng was extremely happy, grinning all the while.

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose outside. After a while, several figures appeared before everyone.

At their head was a middle-aged man covered in lightning-pattern tattoos. His aura was not the least bit inferior to Yun Teng's, while his eyes shone brilliantly, as though threads of lightning were constantly flickering through them, radiating an oppressive pressure.

Several elders and young people followed behind the middle-aged man.

"Hm? Lei Yun, what brings you