Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing had stepped out of the room early to make space while Qian Wantong and the other two had yet to enter. They stood on the building's steps, watching the three men dawdle into the room.
Although he saw that the three were moving slowly, Qian Ying merely frowned and said nothing. After all, even as an elder and an exceptionally powerful Xiantian Third Order master, he was deeply nervous right now, harboring a faint fear of the unknown enemy.
Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing had not told Qian Wantong's group of three about the strange events they had just experienced, nor had there been any need to. But the three men were not fools; they had witnessed everything from the side, especially that bizarre Puppet, which could interfere with people's emotions, amplify their irritability, and make them lose control.
Even Qian Ying, the strongest Xiantian Elder, had nearly failed to regain his senses just moments ago.
Therefore, Qian Ying naturally understood how the three men felt at this moment.
Zhou Zixing turned to look at Qian Ying, then at Qian Wantong. He sighed softly and said nothing more.
The two stood about two meters from the door, simply watching the three men in the room slowly approach Ma Xiangling, who stood in the middle of the room.
The three men wore grim expressions as they looked at Ma Xiangling, who was being propped up by a stick. In particular, they saw his red, open eyes, the faintly curled corners of his mouth, and that smiling expression—seemingly mocking, seemingly contemptuous.
Who was going to remove the stick? The two Martial Artists looked at Qian Wantong.
Of the three, Steward Qian was the most capable and the strongest. Removing the stick should naturally have been Steward Qian's