His thoughts wandered in his head as he said to himself, 'Could the sect be in dire need of divine beings and can't afford their absence? If the sect is in a rush, it would explain why the deadline for the recall and selection of new divine beings is only one day. In that case, the sect might be in trouble.'
For a few moments after he came to the conclusion that the sect might be in trouble, he became worried for the sect. After all, if the boat is capsized, a rat like him would surely drown in the ocean.
He felt that he should be worried if the sect was in a bad situation. But then he remembered that the sect had just fleeced him of years of work.
So he snorted as he thought to himself, 'Forget the fate of the sect. What I should be concerned with right now is how to get those 13 Divine Metacs in one day. If not, my fate will be worse than anything the sect could go through.'
