Immediately, all the team members lifted their heads and straightened their chests, resembling soldiers disciplined for a long time. Only a week had passed. God knew what Ku Zhu had done to them to instill such fear that they dared not even meet his gaze.
However, it was understandable. After all, in the face of his realm of power, even Grandmasters, and indeed any other Grandmasters, were merely jokes. Ku Zhu surveyed his men and spoke in a deep voice, "Master Wang Zhan has successfully opened a battlefield ahead and is now summoning us. So, my teammates, are you ready to assist him?"
"Rea... ready... ready..."
Nonsense!
While Wang Zhan was indeed powerful, they still struggled to accept that they had become the retainers of a mere boy. Nevertheless, the die was cast, and no one could change the outcome. They could only resign themselves to this fact, despite their many inner reservations.
