Time flew in the Secret Realm, and in the blink of an eye, it was the night of the seventh day.
Yue Wen made a round of his plantation. Seeing the "guards" and "employees" working in an orderly fashion, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He looked just like a simple, honest plantation slave owner.
Along the way, he greeted every employee with great warmth, displaying his affability to the fullest.
"You're getting out soon, right? Keep at it. Pull an all-nighter tonight, and you'll be free tomorrow."
"Ah, I'm actually going to miss you lot."
"Fellow countryman?" Yue Wen paused at the sight of Zhan Ying's familiar face. "You still haven't left?"
"I came back again." Zhan Ying gave a bitter smile.
He no longer had any brothers left to trick. The Water Ghost Alliance fellows who had entered with him were all about to save up enough money to leave, so they no longer needed him to rescue them-in fact, if they had not repeatedly pooled money for him, they would have left long ago, and the plantation would not still be so lively.
But none of those fellows blamed him.
They felt that Brother Zhan was simply a little lacking in ability, but his word was his bond. When he said he would not abandon his brothers, it meant he would fight his way back again and again.
His loyalty knew no bounds!
"That's pretty good. I just went out and had a look around. It's terribly dangerous out there," Yue Wen said with a smile. "Maybe you can even advance by staying here with us until the end."
He was not lying. By the seventh day, the competition had become downright bloody.
Over the past two days, every midnight brought a flood of team names