Firewood Martial Hall, Yanjing Branch.
In the conference room, everyone was still lost in that final, shocking scene, unable to pull themselves away.
Wang Jingcheng slowly rose from his chair. He didn't look at the screen; instead, his gaze was locked tightly onto Long Bohan.
His eyes burned with frightening intensity.
"Bo Han."
"This person, this genius named Lin Ye—"
"No matter what, at any cost, we must get him and keep him firmly in our grasp!"
He walked over to Long Bohan and continued, "We're working overtime tonight! I'll rewrite this proposal with you!"
"If necessary, an S-rank contract is not out of the question!"
An S-rank contract!
Those two words hit them like a bombshell, exploding in everyone's mind.
A series of sharp gasps echoed throughout the office.
S-rank!
What did that even mean?
It meant the Firewood Martial Hall would groom this newcomer as a future Martial Saint, a future pillar of their organization!
