'That can't be right!'
'If that were the case, Oratory: Words would have been sufficient. There would be no need for this second wave.'
'Therefore, these Basic Techniques must have something to do with the so-called Celestial Eye Parasite Plan.'
Zhang Deming mulled it over for a long time but came to no conclusion. In the end, he could only set the matter aside for now and stop thinking about it.
Looking at the twenty files in his hand, Zhang Deming hesitated for a moment before deciding to go in order and look at Group A first.
'Targets like these were the least likely to rise to prominence, which, for him, also made them the easiest to support.'
'This group of slackers lacked ambition. Since they were content to be Stallions, heh, how could he, Zhang Deming, be the villain who stood in the way of their happiness?'
'Go on, exhaust yourselves for the sake of the Sect's Inheritance. You have my blessing!'
