"Hehe, okay."
Jiang Chenxi got his wish and was rubbing his nose with a grin.
"Brother Meng, bring your storage bags too, let's hand them in together."
Lin Jinming gave Wang Meng a look, shrugged Jiang Chenxi's shoulder and walked towards the center of the square.
"My god, who is that? They handed in four hundred."
"Not just one group; three groups handed in more than four hundred each at the same time."
"Apart from that weirdo Jiang Chenxi, who else is so awesome?"
"This is troublesome; nine spots are gone in an instant."
"Bad luck, we just happened to encounter Jiang Chenxi this time. We can't enter the Immortal Palace and have to wait another three years."
"Who told us we weren't so fortunate to have a Half-immortal as our ancestor."
"Isn't that the truth! He's just lucky."
"...."
