Watched by Miss Colorado with those cute, pleading eyes, Su Ming did not refuse. After all, a warrior was meant to stand at the front.
Although many people called him the Sorcerer Supreme when they saw him, he would not lose himself amid cries of "handsome guy." From beginning to end, he had always been clear about his own role.
He was a warrior, not a spellcaster. It was true that he could be called a Master, but he was a master of tactics and weapons.
He drifted over lightly, following behind the bust, while everyone else followed behind him.
After observing for a moment, Su Ming discovered that this "half-man" had normal breathing and a heartbeat. His skin temperature was no different from an ordinary person's, while faint ripples spread from where he met the ground.
Like the subtle ripples around someone soaking in a pool.
Next, he extended a hand and waved it before the half-man's face, testing whether the subject would react to something obstructing his vision.
The answer was no. Perhaps, in the other party's eyes, their group were the invisible ones.
Su Ming considered it again, followed the other party across the road and onto the sidewalk, then reached out and gave the target's head a pat.
That got a reaction. The half-man stopped moving, his face taking on a puzzled expression. A hand rose from beneath the ground to rub the top of his head, and then he began looking around, searching for whoever had just smacked him.
"Oh? Interesting. Let me try too."
As he spoke, the lively Bobo came over as well. The chimpanzee's black-furred paw shot out and plucked a small tuft of hair from the half-man's head.
The subject bared his teeth briefly in pain, but no sound could be