"What are you looking at? She has already entered the second floor. She's different from you." Shui Ling walked behind An Ran with ill intentions and sneered.
An Ran slightly frowned but did not say anything. He just wanted to find a suitable place to cultivate.
But no matter where he went, he would be ostracized by those elves. Whether it was in the center or the corner, An Ran seemed to have no place to stand.
Seeing more than 20 elves sitting scattered in the Pure Spirit Tower, An Ran found it difficult to move. He wanted to find a stable place to cultivate, but before he could sit down, he was scolded by the elves on the side.
"Traitor of the Moonshine Tribe, don't get so close to me. How disgusting."
An Ran's face turned pale as he quietly walked to the edge and sat down against the wall.
On the second floor of the Pure Spirit Tower, Shen Yanxiao felt a powerful force coming from all directions, and her source of life was growing crazily.
