Tong Jing no longer paid attention to Heine but looked toward Frey and the Kenu people behind him.
From the respectful looks of this group, he retrieved the arrogance he first felt.
"Are these the contestants you've brought?"
Frey immediately nodded respectfully, "Yes, my lord."
"What a bunch of country bumpkins..."
Muttering to himself, Tong Jing pressed something on the edge of his goggles.
Heine immediately felt a faint fluctuation of Yuanling.
It seemed to be coming from the other person's glasses.
He quietly extended his perception toward it.
Tong Jing only sensed a violent fluctuation on the lens that was just displaying data, and all the analytical numbers disappeared.
"Broken again?"
He mumbled.
Heine's expression was peculiar.
He felt like he had exerted too much force unintentionally and destroyed a container, releasing the Yuanlings inside…
Now some scattered Yuanlings were thanking him.
He hurriedly asked them what they were just doing.
