Fifteen Years

"Fifteen years of working for you!" Su Jinyuan said unwillingly. "Then what can you give me?"

"What do you want?"

Su Jinyuan fell silent. Ever since leaving Mingdu, every circle she had belonged to had been completely wiped clean, severed from more than twenty years of her past life. As an entirely new person, she truly seemed to have no particular wishes.

"Go back to Mingdu?"

If she returned to that ever-changing metropolis after ten years, the poorly informed Su Jinyuan would likely be swallowed by that flourishing city without even her bones left behind.

But working for Mu Feng for fifteen years for nothing was equally hard to accept. Ye Guyi, on the other hand, reacted far more calmly. Ever since hearing that Mu Feng's Angel Holy Church sought to create a future where even ordinary people could enjoy ample food and clothing, something deep in her heart had suddenly trembled.

When Evil Soul Masters had appeared on the streets that night, Su Jinyuan's first reaction had been to flee. But Ye Guyi had insisted on protecting the civilians. Unable to dissuade her, Su Jinyuan had stayed with her, which was how both of them had ended up captured by Mu Feng.

Based solely on her inner yearning for justice, Ye Guyi was more suited to the Angel Martial Soul than Mu Feng. At heart, she was a pure idealist, and the beautiful vision of Mu Feng's Holy Church had utterly captivated her.

But Su Jinyuan did not possess such simple-minded sense of justice. Mu Feng had initially demanded that the two work for him for thirty years. Only after Su Jinyuan haggled repeatedly had she reduced the term to fifteen.

Mu Feng felt that if he had not become a god by the end of those fifteen years,