A complete set of armor.
Healing potion.
Two rows of Guardian of the Human-shaped Puppets.
And—
A pair of shackles.
"Arian," the Chairman, his head full of white hair, looked amiable, yet his words carried an irresistible authority:
"Now you're one of us, but you've always despised us."
"I wouldn't say I have despised you so much as you have been afraid of me," Wu Xiaode said with a smile.
"Afraid of you?" The Chairman glanced back.
The other twelve elders showed expressions of mocking, disdain, or uncontrollable sneers.
Wu Xiaode glanced at the shackles.
Two rows of ice crystal characters emerged:
"Soul Shackles."
"With fifteen layers of supreme prohibitions, those locked in these shackles will become irreversibly enslaved."
Wu Xiaode's face remained calm as he said softly:
"I see your fear, you're afraid that a newcomer like me would usurp your power, afraid that I would destroy your rule."
The Chairman shrugged with a tone of pity:
