“That’s right, putting you aside, even we don’t have much of a chance.”
Yu Luo looked at Zhao Feng, not trying to hide the disdain in his eyes and laughed coldly in his heart: The Ruins Treasured Palace looked for someone suitable and those that enter might not receive an inheritance.
In his eyes, Zhao Feng was just a foreigner who dreamed of entering the Ruins Treasured Palace. It could be said he was a toad trying to eat a swan’s meat.
“One percent is indeed a bit too low.”
Zhao Feng murmured in his heart but then became calm once more.
If some things were destined to not be his then Zhao Feng didn’t have to get it.
He had already received a lot of stuff and just the outer edges of the Ruins were better than most inheritances.
Unwillingness was written on Ye Yanyu’s face as she bit her lips: “I won’t give up even if there’s only a 1% chance.”
The group fell into momentary silence.
