บท 3742: Seventh Day

Founder Zenflame silently sobbed, but later, he turned around, slipping his hand into his sleeves again before gazing at the pills in his hand, his lips curling wide into a maniacal smile.

'Hehe… six Gilded Realm Ascendant Pills… Although it pains me to lose three out of the nine Gilded Realm Ascendant Pills of Minor Realms, it should still be worth it. After all, I have settled our debts and secured the trust of the Divine Emperor of Death, killing two birds with one stone…'

Founder Zenflame silently laughed.

'I… no, my Fire Phoenix Clan is going to soar…!'

He trembled, full of dreams for the future. He felt it was always good to have a person like Davis on their side even if he was an Anarchic Divergent.

But suddenly, his expression sank as he sensed a person by his side.

"…!" His heart leaped as he didn't sense someone coming, or he guessed that was how much he was distracted with the pill in his hands.