Zhong Shuman sighed: "What kind of status do they have, and what kind of status do we have?"
"If I became the master of the Nine Dragons Hall, would Brother Lin look at me differently?"
Li Yintong used to be aimless, but now suddenly had a purpose. However, as soon as this thought came up, it was dismissed in less than three seconds.
If even she could take charge of the Nine Dragons Hall, to what level would the God Hunters have to fall?
By then, the entire world might be shrouded in God's ruins.
Zhong Shuman didn't pay attention to the self-pitying Tai Mei and quickly bought a new phone, then called the master of the hall.
The call connected.
"Xiaoman, why are you calling me at this time?"
The signal wasn't great, and Uncle Nine's hoarse and mellow voice was somewhat intermittent.
"Uncle Nine, what's wrong with you?"
Uncle Nine had always been lively, but this time, his voice sounded a bit weary.
"Nothing serious!"
