"Miss, do we really have to bring this deadweight along?" the square-faced young man asked in surprise.
"Jaylen, aren't you a deadweight too?"
The girl in yellow glanced at the square-faced young man named "Jaylen," who blushed and stammered, "Even if I'm dead weight, I'm better than him. At least I've reached the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage, just a step away from the mid-stage."
Brent chuckled, "Jaylen, this time, countless experts have arrived in the West Wilderness for the rare treasure. Aren't they all above the Nascent Soul stage? You're at the early Nascent Soul stage, so stay low-key, like Preston, and keep quiet."
"Brent, don't compare me with Jaylen. I've already advanced to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul, okay? Though I can't compare to Miss in the late stage or your Minor Immortal rank, I'm still better than Jaylen."
"Brother, that's just outright humiliating me; I can't stand it!"
