Right now, Xia Feng was evidently going to save people, and all they had to do was obediently let themselves be rescued—no need for so much chatter.
If anyone said the wrong thing when mentioning the bell, and Xia Feng took it as sarcasm, they'd have nowhere to cry.
Xia Feng turned his head to look at them and inexplicably sighed.
Judging by the performance of these prodigies from the Celestial Sound Orthodoxy, it's only natural that they'd fall into decline.
They had no adventurous spirit whatsoever; they ran away without even trying, focusing solely on staying alive and not very good at reading the room...
Xia Feng didn't even know how to roast these people anymore.
The God-Burying Bell on his wrist suddenly expanded significantly, and then a deep bell sound began to resonate outward from Xia Feng as the center.
Everyone listening to this bell sound felt as if they had been baptized, as if they were thoroughly seen through by the sound.
