"Alan, do you even realize what you're saying?"
"An Ascended Rank Lv9 peak powerhouse… how could they possibly join your Fortress as a mere servant?"
Pamela's face turned cold upon hearing Alan's words. This once-honest and straightforward mentee of hers was becoming increasingly glib-tongued.
That was a terrible habit.
Moreover, an Ascended Rank Lv9 top-tier powerhouse was an unimaginably formidable existence—not someone Alan could afford to spread rumors about. If such a strong figure were to take offense, the consequences could be deadly.
Top-tier powerhouses had their own dignity and were not to be provoked!
Faced with Pamela's reprimanding gaze, Alan lowered his head but still murmured softly:
"Mentor, you don't understand the power of wealth and flaunting it. Even the so-called strongest can be made to bow their heads."