The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Who did I offend?

Qingtian's memories flashed back instantly, pulling him back to before he entered the dungeon.

Amidst the noisy crowd, he did indeed spot a familiar yet unfamiliar figure: Mo Fang.

At that time, he had just assembled a team of 100 elite members, full of vigor and ready to challenge this brand-new B-level dungeon, achieve the first clear, and add another glorious achievement to the Myth Guild.

Then, he saw Mo Fang standing alone not far away.

For some inexplicable reason, a strange sense of superiority welled up inside me.

He walked over with a mix of smugness and mockery, and said some things that, in retrospect, were indeed quite inappropriate.

Qingtian immediately sent a message to Xinghuoliaoyuan.

"You mean Mo Fang? No way, I was just joking with him. Mo Fang is the leader of the number one guild, he wouldn't be so petty, would he?"

The message had barely finished sending when Spark replied almost instantly, so fast it made you wonder if he was actually waiting in front of the chat window.

"My goodness, you're not made of artificial leather, you're real leather. People are scrambling to curry favor with Mo Fang, and you're joking around with him? Are you out of your mind?"

Qingtian felt a lump in his throat, neither able to breathe nor able to exhale.

"How was I supposed to know he was so petty, unable to take a joke? Besides, aren't the rumors saying that Mo Fang is quite generous?"

Upon hearing this, Qingtian remained unfazed and his heart did not skip a beat.

Generosity? That depends on who you're talking to and what the situation is.

The other end of the conversation remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly baffled by his logic, before finally sending a new message.

"Brother, no offense, but are you kidding me? And what's your status now, and what's his?"

"The same words might be a joke coming from an ordinary person, but coming from the mouth of the Myth Guild leader, how could they possibly be a joke?"

A barrage of questions left Qingtian completely speechless.

At this moment, Qingtian belatedly realized that the same words could have vastly different meanings depending on one's status.

His condescending attitude at the time was more of a provocation than anything else.

A sense of guilt crept into his heart, but he still refused to admit defeat.

"I admit, I got a bit cocky back then because I had more people, but I really didn't expect it to turn out like this. Brother, is there really nothing I can do?"

This was almost a humble inquiry.

For the sake of the myth, he had to bow his head.

Sparks Spread: "In the end, you brought this trouble upon yourself. The one who tied the knot must untie it. If you can get Mo Fang's forgiveness, everything should be fine."

"After all, your matter isn't a huge one, but it's not insignificant either. As long as Mo Fang himself doesn't take it seriously, those opportunistic guys will naturally come back."

After reading it, Qingtian snorted coldly, his guilt instantly replaced by displeasure.

Ultimately, it's all because that guy Mo Fang is too stingy! Those rumors are completely unfounded!

"Alright, bro, thanks for telling me so much. I know what to do now."

......

On the other side, deep within the instance.

The enormous lava giant swung its burning arms, and with each slam, the ground trembled violently.

While directing his team members to dodge attacks, Xinghuoliaoyuan also took a moment to glance at Qingtian's reply.

"You already know what to do?"

He closed his friends list, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

This guy...

"I hope you really do know."

He muttered to himself, then roared, focusing all his energy on the battle before him.

"T, hold on! Increase the crowd control! All DPS, focus fire on its eye!"

Spark knows Qingtian all too well; he's an extremely arrogant person who's obsessed with saving face.

Making him bow down and apologize to Mo Fang would probably be worse than killing him.

I just hope that his so-called "knowing what to do" isn't some stupid thing that adds fuel to the fire.

......

In front of the headquarters of the Myth Guild.

Qingtian closed the chat window with Xinghuoliaoyuan, his face ashen.

The surrounding guild members didn't dare to breathe, all keeping their heads down, afraid of offending the guild leader.

The shrewd middle-aged man stood to the side, feeling extremely uneasy. He vaguely sensed the seriousness of the situation, but dared not ask any further questions.

Apologize?

The word swirled in Qingtian's mind for a moment before he abruptly suppressed it.

On what grounds?

Is it because Mo Fang is currently in power? Is it because those opportunists change their allegiance with the wind?

He was, after all, the leader of the clan. If word got out that he was humbly begging for forgiveness from another person, how would he ever be able to survive in Wasteland Era again?

Do they even care about the reputation of the Myth Guild?

However, without an apology, the guild's situation will likely become increasingly difficult.

Today it's just a guild terminating its cooperation agreement, but what about tomorrow? Will resource points be stolen, and members killed in the wild?

He has now witnessed the power of Mo Fang; with just a single sentence, he can turn the Myth Guild into the enemy of all players.

Frustration, resentment, and an uncontrollable sense of defiance surged through his chest.

Qingtian suddenly raised his hand, then slammed it down again, and finally opened his friends list.

I opened a friend's profile and received a business card from [Mofang].

Qingtian opened the business card; the blank notes section seemed to mock his hesitation.

Type, delete.

Type again, then delete.

"President Mo Fang, I was wrong about what happened before..." No, that's too soft.

"Mo Fang, I apologize for my previous words and actions..." No, that's too direct.

Qingtian took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the name, as if trying to see through it.

A line of text appeared, then was deleted.

Another line of text appeared, then disappeared again.

After several minutes of back and forth, Qingtian scratched his head in frustration, swallowing back the soft words and apology that were about to spill out.

In the end, I decided to sound out the other party first.

What if it's a misunderstanding?

[Friend Request: Qingtian requests to add you as a friend.]

Postscript: Mo Fang, I didn't offend you, did I?

Sent successfully.

As Qingtian stared at the system notification that the message had been successfully sent, the tightness in his chest seemed to ease a little.

But, a minute passed.

no respond.

Five minutes passed.

My friends list is still empty; no new names have appeared.

Qingtian couldn't sit still any longer and paced back and forth in the room.

"Didn't see it? Impossible, who wouldn't be online at this time?"

"Or... is he deliberately not adding me?"

Once this idea popped into my head, it grew wildly like weeds.

Qingtian opened the friend request interface again, and the sent message lay there quietly, like a silent mockery.

There was no "accept" notification.

This state of uncertainty is more agonizing than a direct rejection.

The shrewd middle-aged man beside him, watching the chairman's increasingly grim expression, didn't dare to breathe loudly.

"President..."

"Shut up!"

With a roar, Qingtian vented his anger.