Damn it!
For some reason, everyone looking at Yang Zhen felt an impulse to strangle him.
Being able to assist the number one beauty of Northern Island, the Saintess of the Ancient Spirit Race, in surviving her ordeal and protecting her path—with crystals to boot—why did such good luck fall on Yang Zhen?
And yet, Yang Zhen reluctantly accepted the two storage rings with a difficult expression on his face, sighed and said, "Doing business these days isn't easy. To make some crystals, I have to take such great risks."
Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, even Elder Qian felt the urge to strangle him.
Peak Master Mo, with an awkward smile on his face, stepped forward: "Everyone, the time for the opening of the Mobei Abyss isn't long now. Please head to the main hall."
