Look, What's That!

"The fixed slots are me, you two, and Nuonuo."

"Mm, that leaves two. Who?" White Hair and Fatty exchanged a glance, calculating who those slots would ultimately go to.

"William and Xiao Xi."

They were not surprised to hear those two names and prepared to make the calls.

However, Mu Fan showed no intention of stopping and continued, "Ling Chu Chu."

Huh?

That already made seven people.

"Ask Gu Yunyou what he thinks too."

White Hair froze with his Sky Communicator in hand. What was going on here?

Eight people!

Yet Mu Fan thought for a moment and continued, "Notify them first. I'll ask the other two whether they're interested."

White Hair's expression had already gone blank.

That was a ten-person lineup. Was he kidding?

"Who's unofficial?" Fatty finally seemed to remember something and hurriedly asked.

"They're all official members."

Someone nearby finally couldn't help laughing. Wasn't this far too presumptuous?

Young Master Zhang Tang, watching from the side, felt as if his intelligence had been insulted. Was Mu Fan openly treating everyone here like idiots?

This was an intermediate squad that required a full ten credits to establish. Forget freshmen—even few second-years had that many spare credits.

But Fatty and White Hair really did make the calls under Mu Fan's instructions.

"Where are you? Mu Fan's back. Come register the squad."

"This is Harry. Mu Fan's back..."

"Chu Chu, it's Yin Shuai..."

After hearing them through the Sky Communicator, the three gave the same answer within a second, without the slightest hesitation.

Only Chu Chu asked an extra question about Nuonuo.

Finally, White Hair personally called the mysteriously air-shrouded Young Master Gu, Gu Yunyou. Unexpectedly, the Sky Communicator connected unusually smoothly this time.

After hearing White Hair's explanation, Gu Yunyou, aboard a floating warship above the Land of Shining