Understand my ass! Almost the instant Xu Xiaoshou finished speaking, the Red Robes collectively lost their composure.
Had they not been so rigorously trained, someone would probably have already spat out a furious curse—whether at this Saint Slave's Number Two or at Yu Zhiwen.
Received Rejection, Passive Value +12. Received Glares, Passive Value +17. Received Curses, Passive Value +19.
Xu Xiaoshou casually withdrew his gaze.
"Now, the second question."
With a rustle, the Red Robes could no longer hold themselves back, and a disturbance broke out among them.
Yet before chaos could erupt, Lan Ling's lips moved slightly, as though she were transmitting a message.
In less than half a breath, the crowd behind them immediately fell quiet again.
Yu Zhiwen cast her a grateful look.
As for this Saint Slave's Number Two before her, however much she refused to believe it, after all those repeated confirmations, she still retained a few thoughts.
Too alike! Whether it was his manner of speaking or his bearing, even if all of it had been deliberately twisted to become somewhat different.
But Yu Zhiwen had spent no short amount of time with that person.
There were certain traces etched into one's bones that others might find impossible to see.
But she believed in her instincts.
"And not just instinct..."
Yu Zhiwen turned back around, her gaze flickering.
"It could be said that this Saint Slave's second-in-command is already the strongest combatant among everyone present."
"And given his mercurial temperament, if it were anyone else, they could have directly killed me after I stopped them twice like that."
"Why did he obediently stop?"
"And there's more!"
"Time and again, he crushed everyone. It looked as though he was making a move, but in truth, they were all merely