Handing Over The Souvenir

After thinking a while, Davis gazed at Deathseeker's antics before he opened his mouth.

"For now, there is no one, but in the near future, I might point at someone."

"Is that so? That's fine too."

Deathseeker raised his head at Davis and looked disappointed, but then, he displayed his teeth and wryly smiled.

"My disciple, all of these are the hall's resources, so in truth, I didn't personally give you anything out of my pockets. You're making me feel bad already."

"Oh?" Davis raised his brows, "I thought you didn't reciprocate?"

"That's ludicrous! How can I not repay my disciple?"

Deathseeker complained, but it wasn't a second before his attention got taken by the Death Essence Orb, which he started treating like it was his precious.

"Alright, I won't keep you here any longer. If you go out, you can contact my death slaves to come to help you."