The visible ripples tore through the Spirit World's vista, revealing the profound darkness of the third layer.
Buzz—
The Chiliarch suddenly withdrew his hand.
He stood quietly in place, his entire being shrouded in black leather, resembling an upright body bag.
"Not bad."
His sonorous voice slowly echoed.
"I agree to your joining."
Chen Lun flicked his hand, retracting the White Authority Staff.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, taking off his hat and bowing to the Chiliarch, then towards the distant Ancient Gods.
The next second.
The other members of the Worldly Secret Cult appeared nearby once again.
A tall, thin man named "Xiangshan" extended a finger, reforming a round table and ten chairs on the beach.
"Chiliarch… belligerent… don't do this again… I am busy."
This person spoke in fits and starts, with a slow and peculiar tone.
The Chiliarch glanced at him, saying nothing.
