Du Ziteng didn't stop at one recharge. He went in hard. Half a million dollars. Just like that, his guild was instantly rolling in shiny new sets of noble gear.
Lingyan Pavilion's guild chat went feral:
"Bro, did you just… spend half a mil?"
"Half a mil? I don't even HAVE half a mil. I don't even have half a thousand."
"Prince Teng is back and broke my self-esteem in one click."
Du Ziteng typed calmly: "Five sets. Only the beginning. Dragon-slaying is the goal."
And with that, Lingyan Pavilion's return was stamped in neon across the server.
Wu Yu sat in the cafeteria, staring down at what the sign optimistically called a "two-dollar set meal." Porridge, two sad pickles, and a steamed bun that squeaked when he tore it.
Technically it was free. Emotionally, it was a crime.
Across the table, his coworkers from Steel Cup looked like prisoners who'd just seen daylight.
