It was as if a princess had fallen from grace overnight, or a tiger had strayed down onto the plains.

While Lou Feng brooded in self-imposed isolation over the frustrations of the outside world, Ji Jue found everything around him fresh and exciting.

After making a round of polite greetings, he had at least become familiar to everyone. With Ji Xue’s introductions and recommendations, he even secured quite a few orders, successfully landing his first batch of customers.

After seeing what he had done for Tong Shan, then personally experiencing the benefits of Ji Jue’s craftsmanship and trying out the equipment Ji Jue had modified and maintained, everyone naturally rushed to sign up.

These days, Chosen Ones were either dirt poor or filthy rich. Anyone who worked for the Security Bureau, could enter the First Division, and served on Tong Shan’s direct team was certainly not broke.

The First Division was hard to get into and hard to leave. With strict screening, high requirements, and exacting standards, it naturally came with excellent benefits. But no matter how much money they had, none of them...