The companions of the youth, each with profound cultivation levels, showed a hint of disdain when they responded to the youth's question. "Why would the Cow God need to gather Heritage Stones? With just one gulp, he could obtain countless Heritage Stones," someone said with scorn in their eyes.
"By then, every person following him will be granted a legacy. It truly evokes immense envy," said one earnestly, provoking laughter from those surrounding him.
Among these mocking voices, someone suddenly shouted loudly, "Everyone, after all, Mr. Zheng Ming did save our lives. If we are unwilling to help him gather Heritage Stones, so be it, but I think at the very least we should maintain the respect he deserves."
These words instantly silenced everyone, as gazes turned toward the youth who had spoken.
The speaker was a youth in purple clothing. He might not have been exceptionally handsome, but he exuded a sense of steadfastness.
