"Master of the Holy Cult Envoy, stop talking nonsense with him. I think this Sun Heaven Sect of his is just nonsense. No matter his origins, as long as he dies here, no one will know!" Ling Meng's hatred towards Zhang Menglong had reached a peak. If it weren't for him, his plan should have gone smoothly.
"When did it become your turn to point fingers at my actions?" The Holy Cult Envoy glared at him fiercely, and the latter shrank back like a startled sheep.
"How about it, I'll give you one last chance to consider joining our Holy Church of Shadow. With your talents, I think you'll definitely have a place in the Holy Sect." It was obvious that this envoy was very interested in Zhang Menglong.
"Sure, but I want a yearly salary of no less than 50 million Martial Crystals, social insurance and housing fund at the highest ratio, and 300 days of paid vacation each year. As long as you agree to these terms, I can consider it."
