As Zhang Xiaoman spoke, his words echoed like heavenly music in the ears of the Wencheen brothers.
They widened their eyes in disbelief, looking at the man before them as if they were still unsure about what they had just heard.
Zhang Xiaoman maintained a smile, quietly observing the two.
However, he was somewhat speechless inside.
What was wrong with them?
Why were they just standing there, dazed?
This is really awkward for me.
Zhang Xiaoman's mouth twitched involuntarily, but fortunately, his Spirit Detection Technique helped disguise it well, as the silvery glow in his eyes served as an effective mask at that moment.
After a considerable pause, the Wencheen brothers came to their senses.
From initial disappointment to disbelief and now to excitement, their emotions had changed rapidly in less than a minute, making them feel as if they were on a space shuttle.
"Sir, are you serious? Can we... really join?"