The Divine Strategist.

I never imagined that the Divine Strategist would look like this.

Immediately, the old Daoist beside me sarcastically remarked with a hint of sourness.

"You dress up nicely, but inside, you are much darker than old Daoist here."

I don't know how the Divine Strategist appears in the eyes of the old Daoist. Perhaps he is like his departing figure, ethereal and extraordinary?

I lowered my head and took two steps back.

Creating some distance between myself and this rolling-eyed monster.

"You didn't make a mistake in choosing this disciple of yours."

"Both in talent and potential, he is a top-notch individual."

"With him, are you still afraid of not finding opportunities?"

Listening to the flattery from the Divine Strategist, I frowned.

I've heard this kind of praise countless times, but upon careful reflection, Chen Feng and I don't have anything particularly special about us, except... we can see those impurities.

The world in our eyes is a peeled world.

As for opportunities...

The people in this world are most concerned about the word "opportunity," constantly mentioning it.

But who can clearly say what "opportunity" is and what "fate" is?

"Master, may I have a private conversation with your disciple?"

The Divine Strategist suddenly spoke up, and hundreds of eyes immediately focused on me.

Even though I'm used to seeing all things in this peeled world, I still felt a chill at this moment.

"Once he enters my sect, he will be my disciple."

"If you want to speak with him alone, you naturally have to offer some benefits."

"I don't know about others, but you, Divine Strategist, should have quite a few treasures, right?"

The old Daoist's eyes turned, planning something in his mind.

"Benefits, of course, there are."

"But gold and silver are too ordinary, and I can't bear to part with precious treasures and immortal artifacts."

"How about helping you dig out a treacherous heart? How's that?"

As soon as the Divine Strategist's words fell, the boy who brought us in suddenly exclaimed.

Then his whole body was lifted up by an invisible hand and gradually crushed, leaving only a still-beating heart.

"You--"

"Divine Strategist! You killed my beloved disciple!"

The old Daoist's eyes were about to burst, about to take action.

However, with a "ding" sound, a golden key fell to the ground.

The Divine Strategist pointed out, "The key to your secret room."

The old Daoist instinctively reached for his waist and, after finding a seemingly identical key, carefully compared them.

As expected, it was a fake.

"Well done!"

"Divine Strategist! Well done!"

The old Daoist's expression changed, and his rat-like eyes narrowed into a slit as he laughed and walked out of the cave entrance, clapping his hands.

"Disciple, you can chat with the Divine Strategist."