After being transported out of the secret realm, Su Yu found himself not at the entrance of the realm, but on the deck of a massive wooden divine ship.
He glanced around, noticing many guild seniors present, with Chu Xiaoyu waving at him. Only 33 people in total had returned, exactly one-third, indicating that two-thirds of those who embarked on this secret realm expedition had perished inside.
The guild's logistics manager, Jiao Ting, clapped his hands to get their attention and said:
"You don't need to participate for now. You can settle your contributions with me and then return to headquarters, or you can go directly to headquarters to settle your contributions."
As he finished speaking, the crowd gathered around to form a line and settle their contributions.
Soon it was Su Yu's turn. Jiao Ting took out his token to check it and, with a hint of surprise on his face, said:
"Young man, not bad, sixteen heads."
Instantly, dozens of gazes turned towards him.
