The Administrative Affairs Pavilion.
Fatty Wang lay in a Grand Master's Chair, holding a purple clay teapot and humming an unfamiliar tune with his eyes closed.
The door swung open.
"Brother Wang, I need some paperwork done," Chen Lin said calmly.
Fatty Wang did not even raise his eyelids. He took a sip of tea. "What paperwork? Going to stock up at another abandoned mine?"
"Leaving camp."
"Pfft-"
Fatty Wang sprayed scalding tea three feet across the room. He shot upright, his eyes as wide as bronze bells. "Brother, have you got a fever? The Recruit Camp has an ironclad rule: you must reach Integration before you can apply to leave for a higher-level region. Your breakthrough alone isn't enough. The team under you..."
Before he could finish-
Chen Lin snapped his fingers sharply.
Outside the Administrative Affairs Pavilion, Song Qiuya, Yun Sheng, the Star Moon Demon Saint, and the other six stepped forward in unison, their faces expressionless.
Boom!
Nine genuine waves of Integration-stage law pressure slammed into the Administrative Affairs Pavilion's defensive formation like ten ancient divine mountains, without the slightest restraint.
Crack, crack-
The Defensive Grand Formation, capable of withstanding a full-force strike from an early Great Vehicle cultivator, flickered wildly beneath that pressure. Visible cracks actually opened across it.
The purple clay teapot fell from Fatty Wang's hand with a clatter and shattered on the floor.
Every fold of fat on his body shook violently as he stared at the ten figures outside, each wreathed in laws, as though he had witnessed the impossible spectacle of someone ascending to immortality in broad daylight.
All... all of them were at Integration?!
Then he mechanically turned his stiff neck toward Chen Lin, who stood inside the room.
Chen Lin was not wearing the Illusory Star Robe. Just a