Zhihui stared at the newcomers with a blank expression, bored, like a lazy student forced to listen to the math teacher ramble. To him, their angry shouts and raging roars were simply an annoyance.
He had half-expected this to happen but couldn't help but feel annoyed it actually did; after all, things were going smoothly until now, even though there were a few bumps in the road.
'Whatever bad that can happen will happen, huh?' he thought.
Zhihui turned to look at Silas and flicked his wrist, a scarlet-colored sphere the size of a child's fist shooting out of his palm.
Silas caught the fire core with his brow raised but soon understood what the gesture meant.
The beggar sighed and gave him a bitter smile. Silas scoffed and clenched his dual swords after placing the core in his bag of holdings.
