The elder overseer suddenly became solemn, slowly closing the roster in his hands.
"Many Jianghu people dream of doing one last job before retiring and washing their hands clean, but they can't resist doing 'just one more job.' Instead of indulging those thoughts, it's better to extinguish them before they even arise."
As the elder overseer shut the roster, Chen Yi suddenly sensed something. He raised his head and vaguely felt a formless mist swirling above his crown.
It was the dragon vein's fortune of Great Yu.
Stepping out of the Imperial Observatory, he was greeted by the West Factory's Supervisor, Wu Qingsheng. Wu had come with Chen Yi and had been waiting for some time. When Chen Yi saw him, he noticed a stranger beside Wu Qingsheng. Dressed in green robes and carrying no weapons, this man still exuded an innate, overpowering sense of bloodthirst.
Chen Yi cupped his fists toward Wu Qingsheng and then turned his gaze to the stranger, speaking:
