Fourth-grade was already enough to compete for a supervisor position in the Martial Artist Building.
From this alone, one could see just how deep the developer behind Lan Yue Xuan's pockets were.
After the tour, Luo Yongfu and Guo Xiaoru helped Lin Mo and Zheng Heping complete all the facial, fingerprint, and voice authentication required for the residential complex.
After respectfully bowing, the two of them left.
"Lin Mo, all of this feels like a dream to me."
Only after they had left did Zheng Heping finally bare his heart.
Today's house viewing had truly opened his eyes.
"Uncle, this isn't a dream. From now on, our days will only get better and better."
Lin Mo said with a smile.
"That's all secondary. I truly never imagined that one day, I, Zheng Heping, would become a Commander. It's all thanks to you.
Big Brother, Sister-in-law, can you see this? Your child has made something of himself."
As he spoke, Zheng Heping looked out the window, toward Southern Province—the place where Lin Mo's parents had fallen while carrying out a mission. Tears could not help but stream down his face.
Inside a secret chamber at one of the Ten Thousand Snake Cult's bases.
Cult Master Chu Wanxiong sat cross-legged, surrounded by piles upon piles of spiritual herbs and plants.
With every breath he drew in and exhaled, those spiritual herbs and plants rapidly withered and dissipated.
As vast amounts of essence were absorbed, his aura grew increasingly dense and profound.
After an unknown amount of time, more than half of the spiritual herbs and plants that had filled the room had been consumed.
At that moment, he opened his eyes.
They were pitch-black and unfathomably deep, as though one's soul would be snatched away after a single glance.
"Come in."
Chu