The gilded surface had been rubbed so bright that the edges were even worn down.
"So be it..."
He murmured softly, his fingers brushing over the "Duobao" characters on the emblem.
"This wretched life of mine was given by the guild anyway." He couldn't help but recall the time he was a little beggar begging on the streets a thousand years ago.
"If not for the president's shelter, I would have starved to death in some gutter..."
"Not to mention later..." His voice choked, "Helping me step into cultivation, reaching Divinity Transformation Realm, and becoming a shopkeeper of a region..."
Jin Mantang tightly clenched the emblem in his palm: "The guild made me, Jin Mantang... Today, it's time to repay."
He slowly stood up, adjusted his robes, and a hint of a relieved smile appeared on his face.
As he turned around, his gaze was clear, as if he had laid down a heavy burden, and then he walked out...
...
In the core cabin.
