"It's a pity about the good Lotus Platform, blame me, I arrived too late."
In the ruined wasteland, the Nineth-tier Lotus Platform was covered in dust, dark and dim. Beside it was a Buddha statue, damaged from being pushed over in a failed attempt at an emergency excavation.
Lu Bei accepted the Lotus Platform with tears, not pretending, genuinely heartbroken.
Everything about this secret realm was good, abundant opportunities, plentiful magical treasures—worthy of being a high-level copy of the Far West Land. The only flaw was that the opportunities and magical treasures were past their expiration date, picking them up was as good as not picking them up at all.
Quite the secret realm that knew how to mess with one's mindset.
But since they were already here, there was nothing to do but silently enjoy it.
