The snowy night was deep, casting a blanket of whiteness over the mountains. The full moon hung high, pouring its frosty brilliance over the world.
Inside the cave, a bonfire flickered unsteadily.
Leaning against the cave wall, Shi Xiaole sunk his mind into the system.
"May I ask the host, would you like to proceed with the mid-month free draw now?"
The mechanical voice of the system sounded.
"Draw."
As soon as he spoke, a square halo began to flicker, moving up and down on the fifth floor of the Martial God Hall.
When the square halo almost stopped on the fourth floor, Shi Xiaole's heart almost leaped out of his chest.
Top-level martial arts?
The next moment, the light flashed and returned to the fifth floor.
Ding.
"Congratulations, host, for drawing the third-grade top-notch flying skill from Qingcheng Sect, the Tianluo Step."
