In his earlier years, he probably would never have said anything like that.
Twenty years of imprisonment, twenty years as a trapped beast in that tiny space-countless bouts of anticipation, countless hopes, countless fits of madness had all finally dissolved into helplessness. The ordeal had worn him down alive in ways words could scarcely describe.
When he came out, the people of the Bright Mountain Sect were still waiting for him. However great a part Young Master Nan had played in that, Shi Chun understood better than anyone what twenty years of waiting meant.
Faced with people like these, could he disregard their lives entirely for the sake of his own selfish desires?
Wu Jinliang thought this was a good approach too. He nodded. "Mm, waiting to see how things develop is safest."
He turned to look over the members of the Number Three Thousand Squad again and asked quietly, "What's the story with these people? Are they any good?"
Who the hell knew? Only now did Shi Chun gradually collect himself. He took out his Centurion's Command Token and channeled power into it to examine the roster inside.
He would never have known without looking. Once he did, he thought he must have read it wrong. He checked several more times, his brows slowly drawing together.
Seeing his sour expression, Wu Jinliang held out a hand, wanting a look too. Shi Chun silently passed it over.
After checking twice with the Command Token, Wu Jinliang's face slowly fell. Apart from Han Bao, their own Bright Mountain Sect contingent was actually the strongest in the Number Three Thousand Squad. At least the three among them who practiced the Fire-Attribute Technique had reached the earth immortal realm.
Among those eighty-odd new teammates, there was not a single earth immortal. Every last