"High praise."
While Sha Ming had given Fu Qian his highest commendation, his assessment of the others had undoubtedly been rather unkind.
But after glancing at Old Man Huang Leji and the others, Fu Qian merely thanked him in an even tone, looking every bit like someone who had transcended the world.
At this moment, the situation seemed quite clear.
Everything before them had been arranged by the trio.
Huang Zhixun had organized this group in hopes of finding an opportunity to advance, while keeping it a secret from the Huang clan.
Unfortunately for Blood Lion, someone had kept secrets from him, too.
Sha Ming, the volunteer worker he had brought along, clearly knew more than he did—and had bigger plans.
Even the members of the Huang clan he had tried so hard to shake off were part of Sha Ming's scheme. They had all been led to this place and had now reached the "end."
Perhaps Sha Ming had been a little too smooth in revealing himself as the mastermind, but what he'd said still seemed highly credible.
Of course, acknowledging that was one thing. As a veteran mastermind himself, Fu Qian was already immune to verbal encouragement.
A mere "You can do more" wasn't going to make him do more.
In fact, Fu Qian believed Brother Sha knew that perfectly well.
So after his modest response, he had nothing more to say. He simply kept looking at Sha Ming, waiting for him to show some sincerity.
"There's no need to be so modest right now."
Sha Ming didn't disappoint. He immediately turned his gaze away from Huang Leji and the others, as if they were worthless trash with no further use, not worth another glance.
"Remember when I said you had no idea what the title 'Xun'