After reading Zhao Gao's account, Chen Yi furrowed his brows and opened the mission feedback panel.
"My group member took down a powerhouse with 20 million Combat Power, and the mission reward is only 8 million points? Are you too broke to hand out points now?!"
System busy. Please try again later.
Chen Yi: ...
After a moment of silence, he quietly closed the mission panel and reopened the chat interface.
At that moment, Fang Zheng felt slightly uncomfortable.
I Really Don't Want to Sacrifice to Heaven: Zhao Gao, don't do this. My sexual orientation is normal, and I already have a son. You'd better not turn into that Zhao Gao!
God of Light's Business: Ohoho? Our Lord Fang Zheng is panicking!
The Runner-Up of the Cultivation World: What's going on? Are there ghosts in the house again?
A Sword Immortal with Clean Sleeves: Life was like a dream, the mortal world like an illusion. Having weathered the storms, I had finally seen through it all. My heart was like a tranquil lake, with only my sword silently hovering.
Cold Palace Nail House: Huh? Zhou Zheng, what's been up with you lately? Why have you been sending such strange sentences all the time? Seen through life already?
I Don't Eat Cilantro: It felt like he'd been in a sage-like state the whole time, but I had no proof.
Fallen Genius: Great Group Leader, a big fish entered my trap over here—a peak Spirit Saint with 66 million Combat Power. Should we reel in the net?
The Immortal Ascension Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: No rush. Keep lying in wait for orders.
For the time being, Chen Yi had to keep watch over Ziwei Heavenly Dao's optimization to prevent anything from going wrong. The chat group's affairs could be