Freed from the container's teleportation, with what felt like thousands of miles separating them, they dropped all pretenses and showed their true colors.
As if airing all their grievances, they verbally vented their anger and fear toward Yang An, hoping the Workshop Master would kick the madman out of the Scripture Defector Association.
Timid in real life, but a keyboard warrior online—that's exactly what they were. They spoke as if kicking him out was as simple as removing someone from a group chat.
If this were before the trip to the Jueyun Sect, Yang An would have been eager to leave the Scripture Defector Association.
After all, he had been forced into it by the Workshop Master, who threatened his life. These people's words would have actually been a godsend.
But now…
To be honest, Yang An suddenly didn't want to leave.
Before joining the Scripture Defector Association, he didn't have many ways to obtain Magic Scriptures and could only rely on those Mortal Influences.
