"There, I met a benefactor."
"A benefactor?" Qiu Tu asked curiously while flying. "What kind of benefactor?"
The Jackal, with his thin, wiry body, followed closely by Qiu Tu's side and said, "Her name is Qing Lan. She's an Eighth Rank deity and one of the twelve top leaders of the Fog Hidden Association."
"Qing Lan...." Qiu Tu repeated the name to himself, looking thoughtful.
The Jackal didn't notice Qiu Tu's expression and continued respectfully, "Lord Qing Lan also became a god from a regular catastrophe being, so she has a soft spot for members like us who became gods from ordinary catastrophe beings. She's helped us a lot."
"When I was at the Fog Hidden Association headquarters for training, she checked my file and then reached out to help me. She also gave me some heartfelt guidance."
"She said she's never agreed with the kind of high-pressure system the Fog Hidden Association uses. That's basically backward slavery."
