Was she supposed to say, "Rise, my loyal subject"?
Ye Buyu looked at the perfectly solemn Ku Rong with a blank expression.
When this fellow got serious, he really did have quite an imposing presence.
She had no idea why, instead of being a refined, cultured scholar, he had chosen to become the boss of the Withered Glory Theatre, a storybook club full of people who lived for amusement.
"All right, I understand."
Little Whale raised its voice. "That's it?!"
It had been waiting to see Ku Rong embarrass himself. This fellow was up to no good every single day, and now that they had finally caught him out, they were just going to let him off that easily?
The corner of Ye Buyu's mouth twitched. Right, there was another amusement-seeking fish here waiting for a good show.
Suiyang clicked their tongue to themselves. "Tsk..."
All right, all right, there was Suiyang too.
Ye Buyu held her aching head. This Salvation Hall of Fame was beyond saving.
Ku Rong took out his scroll and tapped it against his palm, looking leisurely at the two of them with a contented smile.
Little Whale and Suiyang found the sight unbearably irritating.
The other members of Hold Up the Heavens had already begun thinking about what that sentence meant. It was simple enough: it matched all their previous circumstances.
They could be certain that the sentence left in the Salvation Hall of Fame was definitely connected to them.
Ye Buyu heaved a long sigh. "Well, we can't ask much more right now. We'll be taking the bulk of that [Life Sustenance] core. We'll leave the small portion that's left to you to make use of the scraps."
Little Wan corrected her. "Those aren't scraps. Fourteenth Tier Core Remnants mixed with a Calamity's Fate