Published: February 12, 2025
In a room that was not particularly luxurious, Yao Han Su sat behind a desk, continuously operating something on a light barrier. After a short while, someone walked in.
"Clan Leader."
Yao Han Su didn’t lift his head, he just responded with an "Mm," and asked, "What’s the situation?"
"Jie Su is practicing."
"Mm."
"Ye Zhongming is shopping."
"Mm."
After this brief exchange, the person who entered stopped. Yao Han Su raised his head for the first time, his gaze stern.
"Elder Afei Su, along with Clan Su, has gone to the First Auxiliary City to attend the birthday banquet of the Feirstar Clan's Eldest Princess."
Yao Han Su leaned back, his gaze still fixed on the light barrier, not moving an inch.
The person stood there for a moment, confirming that the clan leader had no further instructions, then he gently retreated, closing the door and standing in the corridor.
"I only slightly expressed my regard for Jie Su, and you can't sit still?"
The clan leader of the Su Clan appeared a bit dispirited, his body slouched in the chair, his voice murmuring, filled with endless fatigue.
"I still have many years to lead the Su Clan. What does it mean to start winning over the subsidiary races now? Do you really think I have grown old?"
After saying this, Yao Han Su did not move from his chair, but his eyes opened wide, revealing a profoundly intriguing gaze.
"Short-sighted people just don't know themselves."
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"Lord Ling, this is not acceptable!"
Four golden masked warriors continuously declined, but they could not resist Ye Zhongming.
"You risked danger to protect me all the way here; shouldn't I express my gratitude?" Ye Zhongming frowned, dissatisfied.
"Protecting you is our responsibility; we’re not doing it for these equipment. We know that the Bronze Camp is in dire need right now—these should still be left for the brothers in the Bronze Camp. Besides, we are just following you; we haven’t done anything."
The golden masked warriors declined once again.
"Just take it; if you don’t want it, I’ll kick you out." In the end, Ye Zhongming had no choice but to use his status to pressure them, which finally made the four golden masked warriors accept the equipment.
Ye Zhongming strolled down Equipment Street, buying any suitable gear he found. In just a short time, he had purchased twenty-four items.
Although these pieces of equipment did not come from the Tarros Red Dwarf, they were definitely crafted by master-level artisans and were not inferior to crimson condensation level items. Each one was not cheap, priced between thirty thousand to fifty thousand.
Who would have thought that Ye Zhongming spent nearly a million Moon Age Gold on equipment that was all for the golden masked warriors protecting him?
There were eight in total; four were here, and four were at the inn, each person receiving three items.
Those unaware would secretly click their tongues, thinking Ye Zhongming was truly wealthy with nowhere to spend his money, but the people around him didn’t think so.
They knew about the assassination incident in Starshine City. In that event, if it weren't for the sacrifices of a few golden masked warriors, Ye Zhongming would likely have been dead.
This was a form of repaying kindness in another way, an affection for those who protected him.
These golden masked warriors should have been the most talented group among the Star-Eye Clan, but because they were the main fighting force of the clan and had to carry out various necessary and unnecessary missions, their casualty rates were incredibly high. Yet, not one of them ever complained or expressed dissatisfaction; they continued to silently contribute.
During the last attack, Ye Zhongming truly witnessed the invaluable qualities of these people; they deserved respect from anyone, and he was never stingy with his contributions to such individuals.
Perhaps these pieces of equipment could help them avoid a fatal blow during missions in the future, that alone was enough.
The already weakened Star-Eye Clan needed such warriors to survive.