Zhao Haomiao stared at the severely injured Zhou Bai, listening to the words he had spoken, and was utterly shocked.
"Are these words someone would say?"
"No, could an ordinary person even say something like this?"
"Even at this moment, he's still thinking about waste management?"
Zhao Haomiao looked at the man before him, recalling how he had repeatedly sacrificed himself to save him, and even now, what filled the other's mind was still the issue of waste management.
Together with the desires reclaimed and the positive energy returned, Zhao Haomiao felt he was about to cry from being moved.
As for whether the situation at hand was a double act between Zhou Bai and his Soul Emergence, Zhao Haomiao, who had just been rescued from a life-and-death crisis, simply had no time to think about it.
Although he had thought about it afterward, the idea of sacrificing a great master's Soul Emergence to deceive him just to steal waste seemed unlikely to Zhao Haomiao.
