As a transmigrator, Zhao Dabao was actually very aggrieved.
After this period of observation and experiments, he found that he was actually very ordinary. He did not have any transmigration benefits that he was proud of.
The only thing that comforted him was that this perfect body where the soul resided was the best in both appearance and cultivation aptitude.
However, in the Holy Dragon City, where Level 4s were as common as dogs and Level 5s were everywhere, he did not even have a level 1 cultivation.
No matter how good his aptitude was, who knew when he would be able to cultivate to level four or five? what should he do before that?
The more he thought about it, the more miserable he felt. He had really embarrassed the vast number of transmigrators.
The depressed Zhao Dabao began to stroll around the Holy Dragon City to ease his gloomy mood.
In two days, this guy had walked around the Holy Dragon City, both inside and outside.
