During these two days, the Qingcheng disciples suddenly felt the meticulous care of One Sword Chief.
One Sword Chief, who usually stayed elusive, suddenly appeared frequently in the mountain gate, helping and guiding his fellow disciples.
It was said that several lucky fellows had received a seventh rank flying sword, making everyone who heard the news envious.
Seventh rank flying swords, after all, were extremely rare among ordinary players. Who knows how many monsters one would have to kill before obtaining one, with a chance of even less than one-tenth.
"Damn it! There are no good missions to take, and the Ancestor Hall training time has only increased by one day. What a terrible harvest!" Ye Rong sighed in his heart. However, he nodded in response to the Qingcheng players who greeted him along the way; by the end, he felt stiffness in his neck from nodding.
