Gao Fengliang sighed softly.
The sound echoed clearly in the vast, desolate hall.
'If not for the Breaking Gold Blood Talisman from Qin Xuan that Gao Hai inherited, Fan Qingwei's Cyan Cicada Shell, and the Demon Monarch's hint, I never would have waded into these muddy waters.'
...
「Meanwhile, in a side hall of the Corpse Refining Hall.」
Wang Jian and Sunx Yuan stood there, full of anticipation, still wondering what kind of rewards they would receive.
Before them stood a Steward with a pale, ashen face.
"Excuse me, my lord, Altar Master Sunx…"
"Altar Master Sunx is a busy man. Do you think you can see him just because you want to?" the Steward said, his eyelids drooping, his tone indifferent.
Wang Jian forced a smile and bowed. "Yes, yes, of course. We came here because we admire his reputation and wish to serve Altar Master Sunx with utmost loyalty. Please…"
