Looking at the thing in his hand, Wang Zixuan gritted his teeth and spoke.
"This is actually a part of his rank, or more accurately, a part of it after his return.
He sank into the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, forcibly altering his rank using that place's power.
With the passage of time and his previous arrangements, he has actually already succeeded.
You also know that in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, I and those bastards must rely on Memory Armor to protect our existence.
And even borrow the contents from each other's Memory Armor to fill their own gaps, mutually anchoring our existence.
I accidentally learned these things.
So, I'm definitely going to be dealt with.
Drowning in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, being obliterated within it, is the end I've always been destined for."
Yu Ziqing picked up the teacup, took a sip, and sighed lightly.
"It relates to ghosts, and also to resentment, right?"
