At this point, the future Council of the Sky actually had only two members. Even the organization's name had been improvised by Deathstroke in front of someone else's messy bed.
This seemingly casual approach contained many unstated details.
Why, after obtaining a way to reach the Infinite Universe, were the Council of the Sky's members limited to Mages? Wouldn't legendary Warriors do?
The truth was that regardless of their stance or faction, most Mages were more rational than emotional, and held the least reverence for gods.
What Su Ming needed was help, not people who would cause trouble. Just imagine recruiting several hundred legendary barbarians.
"What are you looking at?"
"Looking at you, so what?"
"Wanna go?"
"Waaaaagh!!!"
They would probably start fighting among themselves before even leaving Kamar-Taj. What the hell would be the point? He would spend all his time wiping their asses.
That was why Mages made the best tools. That had always been Su Ming's view.
At that moment, Howard came out of the bathroom, wiping white foam from the corner of his mouth. He glared viciously at Deathstroke. That bastard had tricked him into eating something so disgusting that he could still feel tadpoles swimming around in his mouth.
He had wanted to say something, but instead went back to the bathroom to vomit for a while before coming out and collapsing onto the bed.
"Fine. I don't think you came here this early just to disgust me. What exactly do you want to say? If it's about you Mages holding meetings and talking about things I can't understand, you should go home, close the door, and say it there."
Su Ming shrugged, watching pea-sized raindrops strike the window.
"Nothing much. Just letting you know that Tony was full of energy after eating 'Dragon Ball'