Saint Servant, Declare War!

The storyteller had a conflicted look on his face. This should be his Wen Ming.

Cen Qiaofu sighed and revealed an expression of 'as expected'.

When the masked man heard this, his heart was filled with excitement. He was suddenly stunned and reacted. His face became stern, "At this juncture, you still want to play tricks with me, right?"

"What?"

Xu Xiaoshou's passion was extinguished on the spot.

"Xu Xiaoshou?" The masked man asked back, "You want to fool me? Does this count? Swear on Wen Ming!"

Xu Xiaoshou:"..."

"My name is really Xu..."

"Wen Ming!"

"OH."

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless and said sadly, "Saint Servant, I, Wen Ming, choose to join..."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Only then did the masked man nod his head in satisfaction. He patted the shoulder of the young man in front of him and said, "Your command token is mine. Keep it for now. I'll carve another one for you when I'm free later."