Chen Miao's eyes narrowed as he remained silent. The middle-aged man had never once asked about his level or profession, as if he had assumed from the start that Chen Miao was doomed.
Just as the middle-aged man had said, Chen Miao was the only one who had boarded the bus unaware of the circumstances, a lucky charm, so to speak.
"Insect Tribe Priest, level 34."
The young man sitting at the front of the bus didn't turn around, but his voice still floated back.
"Heh heh heh."
The middle-aged man let out an inexplicable chuckle, and after a long while, he hoarsely added, "Fighter, level 24."
Both of their levels were higher than his.
Chen Miao leaned back in his seat and gazed at the silhouette of the young man at the front, lost in thought and silent—this was the first time he had encountered someone from Jingjiu City, an Insect Tribe Priest... He had just learned about this Magician's Hidden Occupation from Zhou Shen, and unexpectedly, he had now encountered one.