"Alright." This time, Zhong Shouzheng agreed readily, not even bothering to hide his delight.
He was certainly pleased; after all, he got things done without any cost involved.
In his crisis sensing, the giant shrouded in mist, whose full appearance couldn't be seen, had already sunk his head back into the fog.
The danger was gone, so what was there to fear?
Standing on the edge of the Void Cliff, the Cliff Divine King, at a mere thought, had faces appearing all around him.
They were all offerings made to him, each face carrying the history of its original owner.
Unfortunately, none of the faces here were even worthy of being considered a cover; they were useless trash.
The Cliff Divine King didn't find it regrettable at all.
The White Water Egg organization was almost defunct.
Let Jinlan Mountain take them over. Combined with Jinlan's power, perhaps the White Water Egg could serve a purpose once more.
