"Brother Fan, the Sea God and I brought Little Wu and Little Ang aboard. I didn't report it to you beforehand. I'm truly sorry." The Asura God bowed slightly, his respectful posture filled with sincere apology.
Qian Fan's eyes gleamed like cold stars as he discreetly swept his gaze over Wu Junfeng and Lu Ziang.
Both men carried a steady, restrained aura. Their cultivation remained contained, yet, like deep pools, it hinted at foundations too profound to underestimate.
They stood tall and straight, every movement conveying solid reliability, without a trace of flightiness or empty show.
"Mm. With the situation so unpredictable, recruiting two more powerhouses counts as a major contribution. At least those two supreme-grade Immortal Swords I gave you and the Sea God weren't wasted." Qian Fan's expression remained indifferent, but his voice carried the authority unique to a ruler, as though everything lay within his grasp.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Junfeng reacted swiftly, stepping forward and saluting with cupped fists. His voice rang like metal striking stone. "Greetings, Holy Son Qian Fan!"
After speaking, Wu Junfeng caught sight of Lu Ziang standing frozen beside him and discreetly nudged his calf with the tip of his foot.
Lu Ziang snapped awake as though emerging from a dream. He hurriedly cupped his hands, his voice tinged with panic. "G-greetings, Holy Son Qian Fan!"
The faintest curve touched Qian Fan's lips, and a fleeting gleam of approval flashed through his eyes.
The Sea God, who had remained silent until now, spoke at just the right moment. "Brother Fan, these two are far from ordinary. Wu Junfeng's Martial Soul is the Shadowblade. When he attacks, he darts like a phantom, leaving neither shadow nor form. Lu Ziang's Martial Soul, the Flame Demon Scorpion, possesses earth-shaking explosive power. Whatever