Outside the grand hall, six Strangers were eavesdropping with their ears turned sideways.
"That guy indeed has some level of ability, able to sort out the relationship of interests in such a short time... No wonder he managed to protect his people in a time of crisis."
"Letting him become a Great Spirit Rhythmer, one of us, wouldn't be too bad either…" The Big Crystal Man nodded thoughtfully.
They stood guard here, naturally hiding some of their own secrets.
Another Stranger said, "If we all perish, at least he might survive till the end."
"Ah, there's no need to be so pessimistic."
These Old Dengs had been living quite comfortably lately—either playing games or indulging in hearty meals, most of them had gained significant weight, resembling those who were too entrenched in pleasure to think of returning home.
