The monkey-faced man surveyed their situation, contemplating the young boy's naivety. "Whether he's genuinely ignorant or just putting on a show, he's nothing but a novice in the Altering Muscle stage. No tricks in his arsenal will work. I must remain vigilant, ensuring he doesn't get a chance to employ any sound transmitting talismans. Another day's journey through this untamed wilderness, and we'll be well beyond the range of any commonplace talisman. At that point, he'll be utterly defenseless. I'll handle him as I see fit."
With a shrewd look in his eyes, the monkey-faced man addressed the group, saying, "Little Brother, my surname is Zhou. This fellow beside me is my brother; you can call him Baldy."
"Good to know. My name is Mo Sam," Sam casually provided a pseudonym. Aware of the vastness and diversity of the Southern Wilderness, he aimed to avoid unnecessary attention, even from someone like Ouyang Dihua.
