The cost of summoning creatures was still paid by him.
Whom else could he band together with?
It's not like he could go find those powerful arrivals to form a group with, after all, they weren't acquainted.
— Who would be the best to band together with?
Wu Xiaode finished the last of his cola and was about to stand up to pay the bill when a streak of spirit light suddenly flashed through his mind.
— What was that thought just now?
Wait, what strategy to deal with this battle for supremacy had he just thought of?
Wu Xiaode tried hard to retain that fleeting inspiration.
Jiang Shanglan was very tactful and, seeing his thoughtful expression, stood up to settle the bill, then quietly came back to sit beside him, carefully observing the surroundings, ready to intercept anyone who wanted to approach their table.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
Wu Xiaode suddenly exhaled deeply.
He opened the Book of the Dead and directly flipped to the page where Teddy was resting.
