Everyone knew of Jiang Chen’s name. Service to him was probably more fruitful than being a regular disciple of some sacred land. After all, countless marvelous stories had been told about him already. He had a reputation for the miraculous.

Because he’d been ignored by all of the sacred lands, Gong Hu had been feeling quite dejected. He was sincerely thankful for the sudden olive branch.

“Very good. Follow me from now on.” Jiang Chen smiled coolly. “You come from Greattusk Island. According to the rules, I must give you and your faction a present.

“Since you are very close to...