Mr. Ya's blood boiled with excitement at Su Ze's words.
He felt like the protagonist of a power-fantasy novel, imagining his future self achieving Saint-level in Dongli, making a name for himself, and then returning to Luofan Country. Moni and Mosang would be kneeling at his feet, begging for mercy. Luofan Academy would hang his portrait high on the school's wall of fame, and the government and people of Luofan Country would desperately plead for him to return and become the Luofan Guardian God.
Just Reached Saint-Level, and My People Are Begging Me to Return.
It sounded a little absurd, but what was even more absurd was that Mr. Ya actually thought it was a viable plan.
He had only known Su Ze for a few days and had already earned a hundred million—an amount he would never have dared to dream of before.
