Yang Ling's words gradually darkened Ding Zong's expression.
Ding Yuan was somewhat uncertain. Was this guy in front of him really such a fool?
He even dared offend a direct descendant of the Ding Clan Group?
"Luo Kai, you entered Huo Si Plaza with Upper Fourth Grade cultivation.
"After completing a mission at the Ice-Thunder Ancient Mine, you broke through to Third Grade and arrived at Song Yu Plaza."
Ding Zong suddenly rattled off the details as if reciting a family treasure:
"You remember the Sky Saber and Sky Sword sisters, don't you? Their family has already been asking around for your whereabouts."
"Besides, do you really think the rule against fighting in Grandmaster Plaza can keep you safe?"
"Aren't you afraid that the other Grandmasters from Divine Realm will die one after another for no reason?"
"How many Grandmasters can there be in a game that was once shut down and then reopened?"
"If the company decides that your Divine Realm has no value whatsoever, shutting down the server again will be inevitable."
At this point, his tone grew even gentler.
"You've only just arrived, so it's understandable that you don't understand these principles. Now that I've laid out the pros and cons for you, what is your answer?"
Yang Ling's thoughts stirred.
There was only one Grandmaster in Divine Realm: him. If they wanted to target him during missions, that would be utterly impossible.
As long as he kept growing stronger, how could the company possibly judge Divine Realm to be worthless?
He considered several more possibilities before finally reaching a conclusion.
Yang Ling smiled. "Fuck your mother."
"What did you say?"
Ding Zong frowned.
Yang Ling said, "Eat shit."
This time, Ding Zong understood. Mainly because the word "shit" was rather sensitive.
He stared at Yang Ling,