For the shopkeeper, a seemingly fragile indigenous person, the experience seekers all gauged him with covert glances. Even if there was some disdain in their hearts, it never showed on their faces, because just an hour ago, one of the previous batch of experience seekers who had scoffed at the indigenous shopkeeper ended up having their experience revoked and was beaten out of shape by a violent, hefty woman.
Even now, there was still a faint smell of blood wafting outside the yard.
Therefore, when Angel arrived, not a single demon acted excessively, silently waiting for the journey of experience to begin.
After their journey of experience had concluded, looking at Angel, the indigenous shopkeeper of the Misty Cabin, there was no more scorn to be seen in their eyes, only shock.
Although this batch had not caused any anomalies, they could feel the surging water system power in their bodies and were very clear about the advantage they had gained.