Chu Feng raised an eyebrow.
He seemed to have thought of something.
He stopped talking.
He just stood there quietly.
The few elders of the Human Spirit Race also had awkward expressions on their faces. They seemed to be secretly transmitting some messages and reported anxiously to the other party.
The crowd was also suspicious and discussed.
"What are you doing?"
"Is there a need to consider?"
"There's no doubt about the strength of this young prodigy who appeared out of nowhere. Anyone with eyes can tell, right?"
"So, what is the Human Spirit Race still conflicted about?"
"With this person's help, sweeping through the Demon Spirit Race will be a piece of cake. They can even wrestle with the Sacred Lands. If he can trample the geniuses of the Sacred Lands under their feet, the Human Spirit Race will be in the limelight this time!"
"But why do I feel that the Human Spirit Race seems to be a little unwilling?"