"If you leave, True Thought Society is truly finished! Right now, the guild is a scattered mess, surrounded by enemies. Without you holding the fort, it won't be a few months before everyone is—!"
Chen Jiandong was also a bit anxious, but he appeared much calmer.
He turned his head and wildly gestured and gave meaningful glances to the twelve new members below who were still in a daze.
The newcomers awoke as if from a dream and quickly bowed down in unison, their foreheads touching the ground, loudly shouting:
"Please, Chairman, stay! Lead us to revive True Thought Society and restore its past glory!"
The collective plea echoed within the underground cave, forming a wave of sound that caused more dust to fall from the ceiling.
Fang Cheng stopped in his tracks and turned to look at this group of True Thought Society members, feeling somewhat helpless.
"I'll say it one last time."
Fang Cheng sighed, expressing himself earnestly:
