"It's a pity that this person is so focused on the Dao, with no other hobbies besides cultivation."
"I've tried several times to find an opportunity to talk to him but couldn't find a reason and didn't dare to act rashly. If things went wrong and we ended up becoming enemies instead of friends, it would be all for naught."
He looked at everyone: "Do any of you have any good ideas?"
Bai Yu's eyes turned, and suddenly a smile appeared: "I have an idea!"
Everyone looked at him, and Bai Yu raised his hand to beckon to the edge of the arena, where a cultivator in a gray robe stood, with thick eyebrows and big eyes—it was Zhou Ming.
At this moment, Zhou Ming was standing on tiptoes, looking towards the core disciples with a gaze full of longing. Seeing Bai Yu summon him, he immediately broke into a smile, quickly running over with a flattering demeanor: "Brother Bai, what are your orders?"
