A helicopter took off its flight from one of the peaks of the Kunyu mountain range. Mark was looking down at the ruined structures where a middle-aged fellow was standing there, "Well, I have already established a spiritual connection with him. That was enough. Of course, until I formally establish the sect and raise a private army, I need to visit him regularly. His current loyal is standing at only 23%. It wasn't enough. I cannot give a reason to this guy could just severe the contract.
Hmm, now that I think about it, Lan Ju should be better off here. It will not only let me protect my identity from Lan Jingyi but he won't be able to come in between us.
Anyway, let's not think too much about it. You have a lot of work to do, Mark."
Soon, the helicopter disappeared from Lan Ju's sight and he went back to the graveyard, continuing to sweep at a snail's pace, once again.
