Qin Ming pondered for a moment, fully capable of holding back; he was a future Great Saint, not a gold-medal fighter who needed to step in at every disagreement.
Coming to the Land of Fate Change today, only he and Niu Wuwei were relatively weak, while other Great Saints had old seniors trailing behind them.
Even Niu Wuwei, who shared the same plight, might have Doushuai Temple as backup; calculating back and forth, only he was truly alone in terms of consciousness.
Qin Ming thought this "first skill" could be let go.
With the Magic King, the Demon Court, and the Strange Insect Alliance present, why should he be the first to act and grab the spotlight?
As Qin Ming meditated quietly, in Zhou Tian's eyes, he appeared calm, unmoving like a mountain, with a deep and contemplative manner, likely brewing a storm.
Across the way, a young master from Night Ruins shouted: "You turtle-headed bastard, what nonsense are you mumbling?"
