Gu Jianlin was stunned when he heard this.
A Fourth Rank Alchemist, of official origin.
Could it be talking about that old man they encountered in the Ancient Tomb?
Sometimes.
Fate works in such mysterious ways.
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Top floor of the Deep Space Building.
Lu Zijin was fiddling with an antique copper coin, wrapped in a strand of hair, her red lips slightly parting: "With this for divination of fortune, nothing unexpected should happen, right? That kid isn't the short-lived type, nor is he a brainless idiot."
"Zijin."
Chen Bojun raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing."
Lu Zijin rested her chin in her hands, sitting dejectedly in her office chair, and said lightly, "This operation will probably expose those filthy things hidden within the association, won't it?"
"Let's hope so."
Chen Bojun clasped his hands behind his back, looked at the twelve Captains and Deputy Captains opposite him, and said, "Then, I leave it to you all."
"Understood."
