Even though their Kunlun faction currently had a slight edge in terms of top-tier combat strength, the unfathomable depth of the Firewood Martial Hall was not something they could afford to underestimate.
A contract like this held far too much significance!
Just then, a genuine smile finally appeared on Lin Ye's face.
"Good."
He wasn't a man of many words, but that single word seemed to carry the weight of a mountain.
The moment Long Bohan and Wang Jingcheng heard that word, the massive boulder that had been weighing on their hearts finally crashed to the ground!
They exchanged a look, each seeing the irrepressible ecstasy on the other's face. Their hands, hanging at their sides, had already clenched into tight fists.
'We did it!'
Min Yutang's face instantly turned ashen.
He stared daggers at Lin Ye, his slightly narrowed eyes shooting out an undisguised, cold glint—half threat, half sneer.
"Do you have any idea what kind of opportunity you just rejected?"
