Translator: Pika

  Ma An’s breathing quickened when he began thinking that. He continued to pace back and forth, as if the matter weighed heavily on his mind. “No, this is merely my own speculation. If I report this, it will instead affect my master’s image of me. I have to investigate this further first…” he mumbled to himself.

  He then recalled Zu An’s recent accomplishments. Furthermore, if he really was Golden Token Eleven, then his cultivation would only be even higher than..