Two breaths later, the divine light at the bottom of his eyes receded, and Zhao Sheng pointed to the crowd below without any courtesy, saying, "This one, and that one. Call them too, just to make up ten people."
Zhao Xuanjing followed his gaze and saw the two people Zhao Sheng was pointing at: one was a middle-aged, black and chubby man bowing and nodding with a servile smile, and the other was a young man with red lips and white teeth, exceptionally handsome.
The two were very inconspicuous.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Xuanjing couldn't help but ask curiously, "What use do you have for these two? That black fatty will never be able to establish his foundation in this lifetime, and the younger one is only at the Qi Refining Middle Stage. Could it really be just to make up the numbers?"
Zhao Sheng cracked a smile and mysteriously said, "Don't just look at their ordinary appearances, but they are lucky fellows, bound to encounter great opportunities in the future."
