Qian Ying had originally wanted to make a move and send both Zhou Ziyun and Ma Sansing off to receive lunchboxes. Unfortunately, the people following them outside the room were Martial Artists from several different families, so he had no way to act now.
As he stared at the Herbal medicine before him, his heart bled. There was so much of it, yet he had to share it with the people in front of him. It was simply torture—both mental and physical torture.
At that moment, Zhou Zixing was the first to regain his senses. He turned his head toward Qian Ying and found no change in his expression. In truth, Qian Ying's murderous expression had long since turned calm, so what Zhou Zixing saw was merely a peaceful face, which put him at ease as well.
After all, wealth moved people's hearts, especially with so many herbs before them. More than a dozen of those Medicinal Materials could allow a Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artist to advance into the Xiantian Realm. Even in the Martial Arts World, such Medicinal Materials were things one could only encounter by chance.
Whenever such breakthrough Medicinal Materials appeared, they would stir up turmoil in the Martial Arts World. If a few people did not die, it would not reflect the value of those herbs. Thus, Zhou Zixing's brief lapse when he saw them had been perfectly natural. However, after recovering and seeing Qian Ying's unchanged expression, he thought more highly of him and finally felt a degree of acknowledgment toward this Xiantian Master.
Unfortunately, he had no idea about Qian Ying's earlier change in expression. Otherwise, he would not have felt this way now; he would have become even more vigilant.
Zhou Zixing turned back to Ma Sansing and found that the fellow