Lu Xiaobu listened to Sao Bao's words and couldn't help but shake his head.
He'd had this feeling many times already, but every single time he still couldn't stop himself from sighing—this vast Cultivation World, masters as common as clouds, people who can move mountains and overturn seas with a flick of the wrist, yet it's like someone cast a "brain-dead halo" over the whole place.
They don't act decisively when they should, don't cut their losses when they should, don't scheme when they should, don't seize the chance when they should.
They've gotten so used to solving problems with brute force that they've basically thrown strategy out the window, and by the way, they also treat everyone else like idiots.
Xin Lifeng is like that, Sao Bao is like that, those God Slaying Alliance people are like that too.
Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly blinked and he showed a wicked grin—maybe he should organize a few special ops teams.
