Number Fifteen

Liang's heart pounded, ready to teleport away at a moment's notice. "I was granted permission by senior Tian Di."

"Tian Di?" The elder's furrowed brow relaxed somewhat. He turned to Dong Rui. "Is this true?"

Dong Rui's expression was resolute. "Brother Liang and I have formed a bond. My father decided to accommodate us, so Brother Liang is considered part of the family."

Dong Tian Mu's usually lifeless eyes flickered with a hint of surprise as he directed a penetrating gaze at Liang. Simultaneously, Liang felt an immense, overwhelming pressure emanating from the old man—a kind of pressure that even surpassed that of Revenant Xuan. Despite this, Liang remained composed and unflinching, his emotions tightly concealed

"Not a bad choice," Dong Tian Mu intoned flatly.

There was a brief, heavy pause as he seemed lost in thought. Then, almost ceremoniously, he produced a silver plate engraved with the number 15 from within his robes.