Under the governance of the Black Tide Secret Society, everything seemed to be thriving.
People's faces were full of smiles and relaxation.
Yet there was only one creature in the water who couldn't smile at all.
That was Black Bone.
At this moment, Black Bone was recuperating in an outer sea area of Scot.
Although there was a supply of Power of Faith every day, it was not satisfied.
The Black Tide Secret Society was growing larger and larger, but it was still maintaining the current state without any changes.
This made it feel somewhat depressed.
"Has the Master of the Black Tide forgotten about us? I've been staying here every day, I'm going to go to waste," Hard Bone complained endlessly, "Why don't we just run away?"
"Are you an idiot?" Before Black Bone could speak, Soft Bone was the first to scold, "The Black Tide Secret Society is at its peak now with an unlimited future. Leaving at this time, wouldn't our previous investment go down the drain?"
