Chapter 142: The Undead Tribe's Truth or Dare Adventure

Fran didn't know if it were he, at the age of twenty, again and again fortune came, and temptations abounded, whether he would greedily want everything.

Yet, Hill had never wavered; he always chose the path he most desired, and could ignore the rest, no matter how appealing they might appear.

Though outwardly gentle, he was, in fact, enormously strong inside.

This was precisely why Hill's journey had always been smooth and unobstructed.

Fran watched with a smile as Hill said farewell and departed, knowing he was eager to return to that enormous screen.

William had already set off.

Hill entered the Lord's Mansion quietly at dusk.

Old Cat and the others were indeed already there, having sat down long ago.

These guys, even if they participate in world tasks, could never rank that high.

Therefore, almost without exception, the members of the Undead Tribe in Hill's Domain were seated below.

This expedition was probably of great interest to everyone in Saral.