If we don’t count those old monsters from the noble families, the number of Celestial Realm Martial Artists in Yan Country is indeed not many. Each one is a significant figure in their own right.
However, such a person is actually serving as a small association president in Anshan City...
It is truly puzzling.
What’s more awkward is that they previously thought the other party was a cultist.
As a result, the truth fiercely slapped them in the face.
"Hmph, isn’t he just a Celestial Realm Martial Artist? Compared to our Yan Monarch, he’s far behind," someone snorted coldly.
"Exactly, even a Celestial Realm Martial Artist must show utmost respect when meeting those three. Otherwise, why else would our Awakened Association be able to suppress those noble families and be on equal footing with the Elder Council?"
"That’s exactly the reason."
They exchanged remarks one after another.
"Enough."
Yan Monarch turned around and said, "It’s getting late, it’s time to go back."
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The few people were stunned.
Just going back like this?
This thought seemed reasonable, but they felt a bit unwilling having finally clarified that guy’s identity, only to leave just like that.
"Why would you stay here? Do you plan to help him, taking these people to Anshan City?"
"No, no."
"Lord Yan Monarch, we didn’t mean that."
"Yes, yes, we have nothing to do with him anyway, and his previous attitude was so hostile, only a fool would help him."
"That’s more like it."
Yan Monarch finished speaking, then disappeared from where he stood.
However, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted into a smirk.
Anshan City Awakened Association President?
Celestial Realm Martial Artist?
Wrong.
Just a self-important clown.
The Beast Tide is imminent.
As the saying goes, no one is spared in a catastrophe. Even large cities can’t guarantee they will pass through safely, so what more needs to be said about small cities?
What can a Celestial Realm Martial Artist do?
A single tree can’t support a collapsing house; he will eventually be overwhelmed by the Beast Tide, crushed into pieces.
And all those people he rescued today will accompany him to the grave.
"Really can’t wait to see that scene," he muttered with a trace of excitement in his eyes.
...
In the afternoon.
Anshan City, Awakened Association.
Hua Jun was sitting in his office, approving documents.
With the City Lord’s Mansion being nominal only, the affairs of Anshan City had all fallen on the Awakened Association.
As the vice president, he was naturally very busy, handling matters during the day, and only able to start his cultivation at night.
However, he was quite satisfied with his current state.
After all, in today’s Anshan City, his status could be said to be second only to Chairman Li, with authority over ten thousand people.
This would have been unimaginable during the tenure of the previous president.
The key is, Chairman Li now also takes very good care of him.
A Celestial God Fruit worth 50,000 points was given without hesitation.
Even the presidents of Awakened Associations in those big cities wouldn’t take such care of their subordinates, right?
If possible, he really wanted these days to continue forever.
With this thought, he stretched lazily and was about to pick up the water cup on the table for a sip of water when-
"Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock."
Urgent knocking echoed, causing the water in the cup to ripple.
"Chairman Hua, are you there? We have something very important to report." Xie Ming’s voice sounded, with noticeable panic.
Not just him, there were several other figures.
What they said was more or less the same.
Hua Jun immediately became alert. In terms of combat power, Xie Ming and the others were above him, so in daily interactions, he was very courteous to them, and they got along well.
But behavior this unusual was the first time.
Not daring to delay, he immediately got up from the chair, walked to the door, and opened it.
"Brother Xie, what happened? Why does everyone look so grim?"
He looked at Xie Ming and the others in front of him, and quickly asked.
Xie Ming glanced around. In the hallway, someone was watching them.
"Let’s talk inside."
"Alright, alright."
Hua Jun stepped aside, let them in, looked outside again, and closed the door.
"Sit, sit."
He smiled and pointed to several rows of sofas. "What’s the urgent matter? Please sit down first. Would you like something to drink? Tea or?"
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Xie Ming gave a wry smile, "Chairman Hua, in such a time, how can we have the mood to drink tea?"
"Yeah, Chairman Hua, forget tea, we don’t even have the mood to drink water right now."
"Is it that serious?"
Hua Jun was taken aback. Sitting beside them, he asked, "What on earth has happened to make you so anxious?"
A few people exchanged glances, Xie Ming licked his lips and said, "Chairman Hua, we came here to see Chairman Li. We have something, extremely urgent, to tell him."
"Super... super urgent..."
"Yes," Xie Ming nodded, "But this matter, Chairman Hua, you are also qualified to know. Once I explain, you will understand why we have no mood for tea."
"Alright, go ahead."
Hua Jun’s mood became tense.
Xie Ming took a deep breath and finally said, "Just now, I received news from a friend. The Beast Tide has erupted."
"What!"
Upon hearing this, Hua Jun almost jumped out of the sofa.
"Bro... Brother Xie, w-what did you just say?"
His face turned pale as he looked at the other party.
Xie Ming was not surprised by his reaction. In fact, when he heard the news, he had reacted the same way.