Most importantly, those eyes were filled with indifference.
Indifference toward life, toward himself, even toward this world.
Neither sorrow nor joy.
And at that moment, his gaze fell upon Wang Ye.
Wang Ye sensed the middle-aged man's gaze and instinctively looked up. Showing a mouthful of white teeth, he said, "Long time no see."
After saying that, he did not forget to wave, looking exceptionally youthful.
Rarely,
the always incomparably domineering middle-aged man actually nodded lightly at Wang Ye. He seemed to want to force out a smile, but after struggling for quite some time, the corners of his mouth merely twitched slightly. He still could not smile.
He had not smiled for far too long. He had even forgotten what a smile looked like.
Just like that, the middle-aged man actually stopped attacking, looking as though he had entered spectator mode.
All Buddhas were especially cautious. Truthfully, their individual strength was the weakest. Even the leading Dharma Body Buddha was only at the high stage of the Buddha Realm. Their main advantage was their numbers.
So they knew very well what their advantage was.
They had to stick together.
Even if everyone coveted the rare treasures within that crack, they still had to wait patiently.
Especially after some shameless bastard had looted Mount Spirit all over the place, their desire for those items had grown even stronger.
"Lu Qing!"
"I want to have a chat with you!"
Wang Ye said with a dark expression, gritting his teeth.
Lu Qing turned around. Beneath the mask, only a pair of calm, ancient-well-like eyes quietly watched Wang Ye as he slowly said, "I'm putting on a show. I need to maintain my composure. We'll talk later."
His voice was not loud.
For a moment, Wang Ye's face darkened.
What the hell.