"Alan, do you even realize what you're saying?"
"An Ascended Rank Lv9 peak powerhouse… how could they possibly join your Fortress as a mere servant?"
Pamela's face turned cold upon hearing Alan's words. This once-honest and straightforward mentee of hers was becoming increasingly glib-tongued.
That was a terrible habit.
Moreover, an Ascended Rank Lv9 top-tier powerhouse was an unimaginably formidable existence—not someone Alan could afford to spread rumors about. If such a strong figure were to take offense, the consequences could be deadly.
Top-tier powerhouses had their own dignity and were not to be provoked!
Faced with Pamela's reprimanding gaze, Alan lowered his head but still murmured softly:
"Mentor, you don't understand the power of wealth and flaunting it. Even the so-called strongest can be made to bow their heads."
He had personally witnessed Fortress growing step by step into what it was today, and the driving force behind its astonishing rise was Velen.
