He even looked around and changed the subject, seeming eager to leave at once.
The others' expressions changed as well, and their attitudes turned cold. It was as though the name Feather Clan was some enormous disgrace, despised by everyone and condemned by all.
What exactly is the reason?
Yang Ming was shaken. The name struck him as exceedingly strange.
"Captain, what's going on? Why has Captain Zhang suddenly become like a different person? Aren't Shadow-level experts invincible figures who roam the world unhindered? Even in our village, there are pitifully few experts like that!"
"Besides, this lord is so young yet already possesses such strength. One can only imagine how powerful he will become in the future. If our village could befriend and recruit such an expert, wouldn't our strength soar? We would become outstanding even among the nations of the Northern Profound Region!"
A ninja asked in confusion.
He simply could not understand the scene before him!
Such a promising expert was standing right in front of them. Why were they not trying to recruit him? Why were they acting so coldly instead?
"Idiot, didn't you hear that he's from the Feather Clan?"
The squad captain glared fiercely at him and barked.
The ninja immediately fell silent.
Then the squad captain sized Yang Ming up and down, his face full of regret.
"What a pity. A Shadow-level expert at such a young age—even in all of Northern Profound, let alone Dragon Country, he would be a genius with limitless potential. Becoming a god or saint in the future would be no difficulty at all. But unfortunately, you are from the Feather Clan..."
After that, the group exchanged a few perfunctory words before leaving. They did not even look at Yang Ming, as though he were some plague god