Wang Baole was extremely pleased with himself. He found that his endearment "Little Duanmu" ran off his lips really smoothly. It was impossible to know how Wang Baole judged it to be so. Regardless, he firmly believed that his promotion to Federation President was guaranteed. It was an inevitability. His confidence led him to believe that there was nothing wrong with him addressing the president as Little Duanmu.
Wang Baole grew incredibly excited at that thought. He waved his hand. The disciples guarding the teleportation array formation stared with wide eyes and open mouths as he spent fifteen thousand battle credits and sent fifteen sets of cultivation techniques back to the Federation!
