“Enough!” Clearwood had a cold expression. “Is there a grandmaster who is confident that they can rely on their own methods to cure the 13 sea spirits?”

The scene immediately fell quiet.

The grandmasters gazed at the ground, deep in thought, or perhaps they looked at the sky, wondering, but no matter what, they didn’t make eye contact with her. How ridiculous. While they were fierce, none of them were fierce enough that they could guarantee absolute success. In particular, with Bluesky Tower and Earthfault Spire both conspiring together, who knew what sort of disgusting and dastardly methods they utilized!

Grandmaster Goldrune panted in indignation. “Why would you sign a contract that defines a limit of three days? This is just causing a mess! If we had enough time, we could slowly feel our way forwards and we would definitely be able to find the cure!”

The meeting room door was shoved open. Chief Manager Wu appeared, his face expressionless. “I was the one who signed the contract.”

Grandmaster Goldrune was immediately left in an awkward position. He coughed and lowered his head, as if he weren’t the one who had said those words just now.

The man he had been arguing with before revealed a disdainful look.

Chief Manager Wu moved to the side. He gestured, “Mister Ning, please.”

Grandmaster Goldrune’s ears pricked up. His head...