Hearing this, Guan Xi looked up at the sky. It was dim and overcast, with no trace of the moon to be seen.
'His emotions are calm, and his expression seems complex, but his consciousness is remarkably simple. What I'm reading is a sense of centeredness, yet it's also full of goodwill—not the fanatical goodwill of those cultists from the first day, but a kind that I find very pleasant.'
Yu Lian's thoughts surfaced in Wang Ping's Spirit Sea. 'How strange. The feeling he gives off perfectly fits the template for a protagonist in a folk tale. If his luck were just a bit better, he'd be the one to save the world.'
After hearing Yu Lian's assessment, Wang Ping grew even more interested in the topic Guan Xi had just raised.
But when it came to business, showing too much enthusiasm could get you fleeced like a fat sheep, which would be a net loss. After processing Yu Lian's thoughts, Wang Ping couldn't help but study the young man before him by the dim lamplight.
