The Eighth Hundred and Forty-Fifth Chapter: Lost Something
His confident smile brought a great sense of security to their small group. Everyone looked at him and nodded solemnly. They all knew that once they entered the Desolate Plains, they would face the test of life and death at any moment. At a time like this, having a trustworthy leader was more important than ever.
Although Hou Dakuan didn't know much about Bi Fan, the moment he first saw him, something told him he could be trusted.
Sometimes, having a good eye for people mattered, too.
Looking at their fervent gazes, Bi Fan couldn't help thinking of the companions who had ventured through the Chaos Starfield with him back then. A complicated wave of emotions stirred in his heart.
A moment later, he reined in his emotions and smiled at everyone. "Please wait a little while. Let the people from the Great Peng Race and the Kirin Clan go in first. There's no rush for us to follow."
Wu Luochuan instinctively asked, "Why?"
Jin Shanshan shot him an exasperated look. "Go in when you're told to go in. Why are you making such a fuss?"
Wu Luochuan weakly explained, "I'm not questioning Big Brother Bi Fan's decision. I'm just a little confused..."
Hou Dakuan smiled. "Perhaps Brother Bi is worried that if we go in first, they'll notice our route and bring us unnecessary trouble."
Bi Fan smiled and nodded. Dealing with clever people was always a pleasure.
They didn't hurry to set out. Instead, they watched with interest as the people from the Great Peng Race rather smugly arranged the recruits they had gathered.
As their leader, Jiang Xinpeng naturally stood by, looking down at everyone as they worked. When he saw the Blood Bat Clan and White Tiger Clan