White Willow Square.
Gazing at the stele in front of him.
Chu Yuan was bewildered, was he just supposed to place his hand on it?
He looked up perplexedly at a middle-aged man standing beside the stele, dressed in the light blue uniform of the Wayless Sect.
"I just put my hand on it?"
Chu Yuan asked with confusion.
"If you want to stand out, you can use your foot as well."
The middle-aged Foundation Establishment Cultivator glanced at Chu Yuan indifferently and said offhandedly.
"Is using my foot more effective?"
Chu Yuan questioned again.
"What do you think?"
The middle-aged cultivator's mouth twitched slightly, somewhat at a loss for words.
"I think it's all the same."
Chu Yuan shook his head.
"Then why don't you place your hand on it already."
The middle-aged cultivator rubbed his forehead and walked aside, taking a deep breath.
Running such an event was indeed exhausting.
This person should be the last one, right?
