365 365. Raid

Noah accepted.

His role was quite dangerous but it allowed him to avoid the raiding and join the battle only when everything was over.

The ship belonged to the Utra nation after all, Noah was afraid that something unexpected might reveal his identity.

The matter about the oath was solved easily, the disciples had just to stretch their hands with the horned tattoo on them and form a circle while swearing not to steal anything from the gains of the mission.

The tattoos resonated between each other and an agreement was formed, Noah couldn't help but feel amazed at how useful they were.

The cultivation world was harsh and merciless, one couldn't trust anyone.

Yet, with the help of the seal of the sect, its members could freely trust each other and focus everything they had on their missions.

"Everyone has been assigned with a role, there won't be any break once we teleport. If you have something to add before the mission, do it now."