Zhou Cui was fully aware of the fringe benefits of this expedition, which made him eager to bring along the juniors who had shown interest in the first place.
His enthusiasm was outstanding, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he envisioned the opportunities that awaited them.
On the other hand, Xiao Ming sat indifferently, his expression cold and detached, a stark contrast to the excitement buzzing around him.
He seemed entirely uninterested in the events unfolding within the distorted space, his focus instead locked on the spying process as he searched for clues about the dispersed Shihuo Demon Tribe members.
For Xiao Ming, this was a calculated move; he was neither a spear wielder nor someone who lacked guidance, so the spectacle held little appeal for him.
Throughout his life, Xiao Ming had never been short on guidance from higher practitioners.
