"Elder Brother Tian, Senior Brother Zhuge, do you feel there's anything wrong with this group of people?"
After memorizing the auras of these individuals, Ye Xiaofei turned to Zhuge Qingyun and the others. Although Huang Mao and the rest were workers digging the river, he noticed that these few looked rather shifty, as if they were not good people.
"Aren't they just river diggers?"
Zhuge Qingyun shook his head as he watched Huang Mao's retreating figure, Nanyang Lineage indeed had some face-reading skills, but they were quite superficial. The saying goes, "The face is the index of the mind, but appearances can be deceiving."
"Doesn't look like it."
Ye Xiaofei shook his head. It seemed that Zhuge Qingyun and the others' cultivation was not as high as he imagined.
Having said that, he stopped talking and began to eat and drink porridge. After a hearty meal, they took a sauna and played for a while, all feeling somewhat idle.
"It's about time, let's go."
