Mie Shi was very pleased, for he had never enjoyed such treatment before.
Many gathered around him, showering him with flattery and praise. No matter how nauseating the words, he took pleasure in them.
On the battlefield, he couldn't sense these things.
Apart from the fighting, everyone was busy cultivating.
Moreover, on the battlefield, where the strong were like clouds, he was not considered outstanding.
Among his peers, he seldom interacted with anyone, as they were all crazily focused on improving themselves.
As for the strong seniors, each was no weaker than a First Divine Monarch, with frightening power.
Those people naturally wouldn't flatter Mie Shi; this was the first time he was treated in such a way.
That feeling made him feel as though he were floating on clouds.
"With Mie Shi Daoist friend's strength, killing Qin Hao is effortless; just a mere buffer land ant, how can he compare to Mie Shi Daoist friend?"
