Down on the ground floor, nearly all the disciples had been appraised, leaving only two. Xue Taiyang and Shou Bing.
As Shou Bing prepared to step forward, Reon's hand shot out to stop him, his movement sudden and sharp.
Shou Bing paused, his brow furrowing in Confusion, quickly replaced by a flash of Rage.
"Hey! Do you dare block my path, peasant?" he spat, his voice heavy with arrogance.
Reon, unperturbed, gave a small, respectful bow. "Not at all, Young Master Shou Bing. I only wished to suggest that you, the true hero of today's investigation, should make your Grand Entrance last. All the glory will be yours then, without question."
Internally, Reon smirked. Perfect. I'll use this self-absorbed fool to my advantage. The artifact seems suspicious, and I need a backup plan.
Shou Bing, after a brief moment of contemplation, smirked back, his arrogance turning into pride. "You're right," he mused.
