Among the Twelve Supreme Benevolences, in terms of combat ability, Aether was widely recognized as the undisputed bottom-tier class, even weaker than Ember. Normally speaking, people like this should be universally disliked, and if placed in a hero party, they would likely be kicked out for failing to keep up, ending up in some remote countryside living a slow, quiet life.

Anyone who thought that way was usually already dead.

So what if you were strong? In a world full of old schemers, how many strong people would actually survive? Last night alone in Cliff City, dozens if not hundreds had died.

The jianghu[1] was not just about fighting and killing, nor was it only about social connections. Compared to Ember followers, who only gained basic human rights after clawing their way to the top, Aether followers were far more popular.

After all, it was fine if you didn’t buy alchemical goods, but you still needed to know where you accidentally left your house keys. Never underestimate an Aether information network. Just one look at the North Mount District would make anyone understand.

Whatever happened, Wen Wen didn’t have to work; Mr. Zhang could drink...