'If acting had Cultivation Levels, then he considered his own performance to be at least at the Insect Dao Level. There was no way these few Zombie Gods could see through it.'
BAM!
A man from the Golden Thread Pavilion vented his anger, knocking Yang An to the ground with a vicious punch.
"Take him back."
On the surface, all of them were furious that their leader had been killed by Yang An's sneak attack, but in reality, they couldn't be happier.
The reward for this was fixed. With one less person to share it with, their own portions would be that much larger. Everything they had just done was simply putting on a show.
Soon, Yang An was restrained by a Magical Artifact and, completely powerless to resist, was taken back to the Golden Thread Pavilion by the men.
Returning to the Golden Thread Pavilion once more, Yang An looked at the massive Floating Island and its magnificent, glorious appearance, his heart filled with a multitude of emotions.
