"Call me Master Zemuo," said the High Elder, with a cold look as he stared at the young man in front of him.
The young man was shaking, pure tears of emotion streaming down his face. This made Zemuo completely satisfied.
However, Alm and Bruno, with just one look, could see the intense discomfort he was feeling inside. Even though his disguise was flawless, Zemuo's disdain for him was evident. The plan had been executed perfectly.
On this journey to the Phoenix Cry Sect, the two knew that without a powerful ally, it would be impossible to establish themselves, let alone gain access to the world of the Nine Red Lotuses.
Zemuo, despite his instinctive aversion, couldn't deny the rare talent and spiritual power of the young man. In the memories he had probed, he saw that with minimal training, the guy had become the champion of a highly competitive alchemy contest.
