Zhou Zixing's thoughts differed somewhat from Qian Ying's. Since they were on the same team as that Chen Mo, they should not provoke them. Otherwise, who knew when that youngster might casually wipe out the two Xiantian Masters!
"Elder Zhou, what is your opinion? Do you agree with Ouyang Nan?"
Upon hearing Qian Ying's voice transmission, Zhou Zixing did not answer immediately because he felt that his back seemed to be itching. It was right where Chen Mo had placed something. For some reason, whenever he thought of anything related to that youngster, his back felt uncomfortable.
The sensation was somewhat itchy, somewhat painful, and somewhat swollen.
Seeing Qian Ying's somewhat gloomy expression, Zhou Zixing understood that he did not want Ouyang Nan operating beyond management, nor would he allow such a thing to happen. After all, once such a request was approved, what if others wanted to do the same? How would the entire team be managed then?
Furthermore, it concerned Elder Qian's reputation. He had proposed gathering all the Martial Artists together to form a large team for easier management and so on. In truth, there were both advantages and disadvantages to doing so.
The advantage was that their strength could be directed toward one goal. If they truly encountered an enemy, having more people would give them more means to deal with it. Especially with more people came more eyes, making it naturally easier to spot enemies.
Moreover, gathering everyone together would make deployment easier, allowing scattered strength to be consolidated.
But the disadvantage was that the members of each family might be treated differently. The Qian Family's Martial Artists might be assigned to safer positions, while the Martial Artists from other families would be sent to more dangerous posts.
And in such positions, they might even