Zhou Zixing thought of his own Martial Artists. Only eight remained now, but those eight were all the Zhou Family's future. Losing even one more would pain him deeply.
Although he had reached the end of his lifespan and treasured his life no matter what, longing for something that would let him continue living, without an absolutely necessary reason, he would never send his family's younger Martial Artists to their deaths.
Moreover, Zhou Zixing was a good judge of character. Although Qian Ying was younger than him and a full realm higher in cultivation, that fellow had a black heart.
Not only was his heart black, but his skin was thick as well. From that alone, it could be inferred that this old fellow would never select people from his own family's younger Martial Artists to lead this expedition team. He could only choose from the other families.
Qian Ying was an exceedingly shrewd man. What had he not seen before?
The moment he saw Zhou Zixing lower his head in contemplation, he knew this old man must have thought of his own family's Martial Artists, which was why he had fallen silent.
Still, Qian Ying shook his head. Though this old man was old, he could be rather shortsighted at times.
After all, the two of them were both Xiantian Masters and the expedition team's pillars of strength. Thus, if there were dangerous tasks, it would not be a bad thing to show a little favoritism and protect their own family's Martial Artists. Besides, as long as the two of them acted more generously whenever they needed to make a move later, the Martial Artists from the other families would be able to understand these little thoughts of theirs.
Take tonight's Strange Beast attack, for instance. The two of