Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

”Come in!”

A familiar voice sounded from inside the room. Hearing it, Wen Yu was slightly taken aback, then immediately realized who the voice belonged to.

As the Corpse puppet pushed the door open, everything inside the room came into Wen Yu’s view—judging from the scene, this was a strategy meeting being held by the Yanjing side, and the one at the head of the table was Lin Haifeng’s son-in-law, Fang Bai.

Thinking of Fang Bai, Wen Yu realized they hadn’t seen each other for over ten years; their last meeting should have been during the second Sequence Member-Ranking Battle. Compared with more than a decade ago, Fang Bai now looked much more mature, with a neat short beard on his chin and eyes shining with a keen light—clearly his strength had improved considerably.

”So it’s the Corpse puppet. I was just about to send someone to look for you—what a coincidence. Find a place and sit wherever you like.”

Fang Bai greeted him briefly, showing warmth without sounding servile; the balance was handled just right.

The Corpse puppet merely nodded slightly at the words, then took a seat on an empty chair.

”Let’s pick up where we left off...”

Fang Bai signaled for the meeting to continue. The specific content was nothing more than deployment on the front-line battlefield and operational guidelines. Wen Yu listened for a bit and quickly lost interest. He turned his head and began sizing up the powerful experts from Yanjing seated around the table.

The most familiar were undoubtedly the duo of Qin Tian and Arthur. At this moment, the two were seated to Fang Bai’s left in the first and second positions. Arthur hadn’t changed much compared to ten years ago; his aura was steady like a mountain, and he wore a serious expression, clearly listening intently to Fang Bai’s strategic layout. Qin Tian’s state, however, made Wen Yu frown deeply.

Right now, Qin Tian’s whole bearing was gloomy, as if someone owed him money. Being close enough, Wen Yu could even smell the reek of alcohol wafting off Qin Tian. He had no idea what kind of upheaval Qin Tian had gone through these past years.

But when he thought of how, in the sixth Sequence Member-Ranking Battle, Qin Tian’s sword strike shook the heavens and firmly secured the Sequence Number 4 spot, Wen Yu no longer wanted to dwell on Qin Tian’s misfortunes—there’s no setback in this world you can’t get past. As long as you’re alive and strong, the rest is just trivial detail.

Still, among those present, Qin Tian wasn’t actually the strongest. To Fang Bai’s right, two seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youths were sitting straight in their chairs, listening to Fang Bai’s strategic briefing with serious expressions, like model students in class.

These two, Wen Yu of course knew—these were the leading figures of the new generation, Lin Que and Fang Yuqiong. One was Fang Bai’s nephew, the other his biological son.

Wen Yu was naturally curious about this new generation. He walked to their side and scrutinized them up and down for quite some time.

Both had pretty decent looks. Lin Que was tall and powerfully built, the black heavy armor on his body accentuating a sharp, aggressive aura that completely obscured any youthful softness. Fang Yuqiong, in contrast, had inherited the good looks of both his dad and mom; fair-skinned and clean-cut, a proper pretty boy.

Way more handsome than Wen Yu...

The key, though, was strength. Lin Que’s strength spoke for itself; his current status as Sequence Number 2 said everything. Looking at Fang Yuqiong, Wen Yu realized this kid had apparently held back during the sixth Sequence Member-Ranking Battle—as that seemingly frail body was suffused with a rich darkness energy. Wen Yu wasn’t quite sure what Fang Yuqiong’s Skill System was, but after a quick assessment he concluded that the kid was in no way inferior to Lin Que beside him.

Aside from these few, there weren’t many people Wen Yu knew—Fran and Kasu held down the fort in Yanjing, some of Lin Haifeng’s old subordinates were with him, while Fang Bai had Qin Tian, Lin Que and the others under his command. It was a fairly robust lineup; at the very least, it wouldn’t be too hard to withstand the pressure of the demon plague.