The members from Zhao Ming were flipping through the names and places on the paper, each with a different expression.
Yuan Sou stroked his beard, scrutinizing them repeatedly.
Ghost Shovel was chewing on raw meat, his eyes gleaming with a cold light as he picked through the names. "Hehe, Li Hui, Pei Jing, Bian Chenpei, Su Feng, Ashina Que Teqin, Li Leqing..."
He spat out a piece of ghastly white bone, grinning. "Quite interesting."
Shangyang swayed his head, nodding in approval from time to time, as if appreciating exquisite poetry.
Lady Zhu, hiding her lower face with a folded fan, occasionally let out a light chuckle.
Harvard chanted "Amitabha Buddha," continuously shaking his head and sighing as he looked at the information on the paper.
Ping He's expression was forever hidden under a mask, rendering his emotions inscrutable to others.
