"So that makes me an unofficial member too?"
Chen Mo had no ill feelings towards these Magicians.
Besides, they were proficient in Alchemy Dao and Artifact Refining, it would be convenient to mooch off them in the future…uh, to collaborate.
...
Deep in the courtyard, under an old pagoda tree.
An old man dressed in coarse hemp sat leisurely in a rocking chair, yawning lazily.
Beside him, a square-faced middle-aged man stood with his hands hanging down, his thick eyebrows and large eyes giving him an imposing look.
"Elder Ling, you seem to value this Chen Mo quite a bit?" the middle-aged man asked cautiously.
The Demon Suppression Department wasn't idle; over the years, they had hunted countless demons and had an abundance of experience. They didn't need to rely on an outsider.
Yet Elder Ling personally spoke up, insisting on pulling Chen Mo into their ranks.
It seemed like it was all for the sake of granting Chen Mo a sacrificial identity...
