"What a hassle!"
Zhou Feng slowly clenched his right fist. This was the kind of situation he hated most.
As far as he was concerned, the best outcome was for nothing unexpected to happen before they reached the mission site.
He did not want to come into conflict with anyone.
Yet trouble just kept coming to him.
Several possibilities ran through his mind before he slowly walked over to Jiang Jing.
During that time, everyone else watched Zhou Feng's every move.
"What's going on? Is he planning to resist?"
"Doesn't he know Senior Brother Jiang is a True Disciple?"
"True Disciples aren't like us Inner Sect disciples. They're all registered with the sect!"
"..."
As Jiang Jing looked at the calm-faced Zhou Feng, a rare flicker of interest arose within him.
There were not many people in the Inner Sect like Zhou Feng who still harbored thoughts of resistance.
Having clawed his way up from the Inner Sect himself,
Jiang Jing understood perfectly well that the people of the Inner Sect were all seasoned survivors.
When faced with an irresistible force, acting like a coward was the most basic move.
Yet in their hearts, they undoubtedly wished he were dead.
Take Yu Ming, for example. He had just bowed and scraped before Jiang Jing, looking exceedingly humble.
He was the very picture of a lackey, yet inwardly, he was probably cursing Jiang Jing nonstop.
But so what? Even if he cursed Jiang Jing in his heart all day long, he still had to treat him with the utmost respect.
People like Zhou Feng, who looked like hotheaded fools, were far rarer instead.
"You haven't been in the sect for long, have you?"
Jiang Jing had the Blood Mosquito Gu return to its jar instead of having it drain Zhou Feng's