Zhang Deming paused, then said, "I know myself well enough. Looking at this... it gives me the creeps."
Yue Mengsheng shook his head, but he understood. Every Cultivator had their secrets. No one would be comfortable knowing such a thorough dossier existed on them.
Just then, the expressions of the others faltered as they all turned to look at Zhang Deming. He had flipped his hand over to reveal an Array Card, his expression shifting slightly.
"That's all for today's business," Gan Zili said. "Since we're done, you should go attend to your affairs if you have something urgent, Junior Brother Zhang. With the grand assembly so close and you having just returned, I imagine a pile of disciples are frantic."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Deming stood and bowed. "In that case, I will take my leave. The assembly is indeed imminent, and there are many matters that require my immediate attention."
The three nodded in unison. "Go on."
