Silver-white tentacles climbed onto the back of each adventurer's head, injecting something. The ballad poet's azure eyes shimmered with light. At this moment, everyone in the Adventure Group instinctively sensed a gaze. They inherently knew that their thoughts, vision, and even life were now in the hands of the frail ballad poet before them.
The Tiger-man Psychokineticist instinctively roared. As a Spirit Energy User, he couldn't accept the feeling of having his soul manipulated by someone else, trying to resist instinctively. But the old knight standing behind Ian swung a sword sheath, knocking him unconscious again—truth be told, surviving three sword hits from the old knight was a rare achievement across the entire Terra Continent.
"Don't be too impatient."
After finishing all this, Ian withdrew his hand, exhaling wearily before leisurely saying, "I've given you not only oversight but also benefits... Feel it, has your thinking already been unified?"
