Even if he spoke up, others would ignore him. After all, in terms of background origin, Taoist inheritance, and cultivation, he was not as good as others.
Tall Fan Jin stood among the crowd, yet felt he was half a head shorter than everyone else.
But he didn't want to give up; the opportunity was only this one time.
Once the mission to destroy the Demon Sect was over, no matter the result, there might never be such a large formation, with so many Golden Core cultivators present.
Even if there were, he might not qualify to participate.
Fan Jin, with his vigilant demeanor, glanced around at the passing cultivators, trying to find someone with a lower status, who looked amiable and approachable, so he could strike a conversation and build some connections.
Looking around, he finally found someone.
Young, looking tender, weak blood qi, with low spiritual power, following behind a group of elders, seemingly like a "tagalong."
