Ke Qingshan's voice, altered to sound unnatural, was stiff but carried a persuasive charm that was hard to refuse.
The shadow was cast face-to-face upon the screen, still not revealing its form, seemingly waiting for Mu Fan's response.
"You've said so much, the gist of it being that Mountain Mist Association will also become one of these powers in the future?"
"Wrong, it is at the very moment these decaying powers erode each other's lives that we shall rise anew! Seats are fixed, resources are fixed, without the old leaving, the new cannot come. Now, Mountain Mist Association needs fresh blood like yours. If you join, you can make any demand and also use the organization's power to better accomplish what you wish to do."
After he finished his final words, silence fell behind the screen.
Clearly, Ke Qingshan was waiting for Mu Fan to speak.
To join or not to join?
Wealth and power seemed readily available, as spoken from the other's lips.
