After hanging up the phone, Qian Chengxue's gloominess vanished, and a faint joy radiated from her indifferent face. She quickly left home and headed to the company.
In the early morning, Su Mo logged off, wearily removing his gaming helmet.
The Legion's mobile unit had returned not long before, and the main forces would be arriving one after another. The crisis in Dawn City had been completely resolved, so Su Mo logged off.
He dragged his tired body out of the computer room. The company was unusually quiet at the moment, but it would probably become lively soon, since it was almost time for the shift change.
He left the company and casually hailed a taxi on the street.
After consecutive long hours of intense fighting, he had severely depleted his spiritual power; his eyelids were now fighting each other, so he didn't bother with transferring to another vehicle.
However, at this moment, Su Mo was completely unaware that his guild chat in his phone had exploded.
