Earlier, Chen Mo had controlled him and even used some method on his back that prevented him from revealing Chen Mo's existence. Naturally, he had felt extremely uncomfortable about it.
But this time, Zhou Zixing had never expected that after being knocked unconscious by the enemy, he would be rescued by Chen Mo. It was truly unexpected, and he even felt a little grateful.
Although this mindset made him feel strangely uncomfortable, his life had been saved after all, so he still had to be grateful.
Thus, Zhou Zixing's mindset changed slightly. Of course, he did not show this change. It was enough for him to understand it in his own heart; there was no need to say anything else.
He closed his eyes and cultivated diligently, striving to refill his somewhat depleted Dantian with Xiantian power. After he and Qian Ying had regained consciousness, their Dantians had been completely empty. Their battle against the Strange Beast and Black Shadow the previous night had not only been extraordinarily dangerous, but had also nearly exhausted all the Xiantian power in their Dantians.
While Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing were recovering, Qian Wantong had originally intended to send the five Martial Artists he had arranged earlier to investigate the situation inside the mountain gate. But in the end, Qian Wantong stopped them and told them to wait first.
When the five gathered and Qian Wantong urged them to carry out the task, their expressions were all unpleasant, and they dawdled somewhat. They seemed to have something they wanted to say, but ultimately said nothing.
Qian Wantong was an old hand in the Martial World. How could he fail to see their thoughts? If he forced them to carry out the task now, they might not say anything, but a knot would remain