"What happened?"
"What's going on? Am I dreaming too?"
The fantastical sight before him took even Meng Fan by surprise.
It was as though someone had turned back time.
Every destroyed building was gradually returning to its original state.
As the three of them stared in astonishment at the scene before them.
A man's voice suddenly rang out behind them.
"Meng Fan!!!"
Natsume Fan Zhi appeared behind them with his team.
"Natsume, what brings you here?" Seeing Natsume Fan Zhi, Meng Fan turned his attention away from the bizarre sight of the buildings.
"We were already here when you grew gigantic. You looked like you were having such a good time fighting that we didn't step in."
"Our captain was busy recording a video, so he didn't have time to help," a smart-mouthed team member revealed.
Natsume Fan Zhi turned to stare at the chatterbox behind him.
The team member, however, looked utterly unconcerned.
Although Fan Zhi was the captain, the smart-mouthed man's presence seemed to overshadow his.
So much so that Natsume Fan Zhi didn't dare say anything or make any rash moves, despite being the captain.
"Mr. Meng Fan, I'm your fan." The smart-mouthed man ignored Natsume Fan Zhi outright and approached Meng Fan, beaming.
"A devoted fan, or the kind that blows hot air?"
"Anyway, I really admire you, Mr. Meng Fan. Let me join the Fourth Division. My abilities aren't half bad either."
"Sorry, the Fourth Division is full. Come apply when we set up a second squad."
"Then take me as your disciple. I can do anything."
"My master doesn't need male disciples," Denji rejected him flatly.
"You're Denji, right?" The smart-mouthed man recognized Denji at a glance and called him by name. "We'll be fellow disciples from now on."
"Hold on. I never agreed