"Nowadays in this Fourth-level Cultivation Country, your name is truly well-known." Yama clapped and laughed, the bone armor emitting a crisp clinking sound.
"Such a young Fourth-level Array Master... truly has a boundless future." His tone shifted suddenly, becoming low and somber: "I have a clan brother who is also a Fourth-level Array Master, but unfortunately..."
He waved his hand, "Let's not talk about it. Are you interested in joining the Yan Family? Within a hundred years, I guarantee you'll step into the Spirit Severing Realm!"
"The Yan Family!" Zhao Muye's eyes widened in anger, "Don't you understand first-come, first-served? My Zhao Family has long invited Brother Zhou!"
Yama let out a disdainful laugh: "A bunch of brute fighters who only know how to swing their fists."
He looked at Zhao Muye contemptuously, "What would Master Zhou do in your Zhao Family? Help you lift stone locks and bronze tripods?"
