Ji Mingfeng and Tie Xiaochuan saw the two unfamiliar faces thrown into the hall, and their eyes narrowed slightly.
Their faces, skin, and eyes were much the same as Fang Mo and the others'. Anyone could see they belonged to the same race.
Though the martial artists who entered the trial grounds came from different worlds and races, and some had similar skin tones or features, there were always a few differences. It was rare for them to look exactly alike.
A chill settled in both men's hearts. They exchanged a glance, an ominous thought rising between them.
They had never investigated Fang Mo's origins. There were simply too many worlds whose martial artists entered the trial grounds. Of course, his origins could have been verified, but to Tianli Sect, martial artists from these lower worlds were merely there to be sifted for the best.
The Xiantian Martial Artists who took part in the trials were also there to hone these geniuses. Even those with decent talent would, at most, be selected to join Tianli Sect as servant disciples or low-level soldiers, there to be used up. So no one cared which world they came from.
Once they joined Tianli Sect, their hearts would be with the sect. They would almost certainly never have the chance to return to their original worlds.
Now, Mo Xinghe had brought in two people. The moment they saw what they looked like, both men thought of the same possibility.
What if it was true?
The thought occurred to them both, but Tie Xiaochuan spoke first. "Mo Xinghe, what are you trying to say by bringing these two here?"
"Still refusing to give up!"
A trace of mockery flickered in Mo Xinghe's eyes. He nodded, and someone beside him immediately stepped forward, taking out a