In the silence, an aged voice rang out:
"According to the latest news from the High Tower Guardian Association, the first level-thirty-five mage in this world has been born. He says he's feeling well and thanks everyone for their concern and help."
"What do you think contributed to your current strength?"
Another voice, tinged with nervousness, followed:
"I think the first reason is that I loaded the Human Race Legion. By completing various cultivation tasks, my own strength improved greatly. That's how Black Sea Lady helped me."
"Of course, the person I'm most grateful to is that dashing man—you know who I mean."
"Without that dashing man's dances and swords, I would have perished along with the High Tower World in the pages of history. I'd never have had the chance to be resurrected."
Clatter!
The newspaper snapped shut, and the voice and images vanished at once.
"How many days has it been?"
Yun Ji tossed the newspaper aside and asked.
"Nineteen days," Zhang Yinghao said.
"This is so boring. Every day, all we do is cultivate or play cards. I'm going to rust away at this rate," Barry said.
"Pong! I win! Pay up, everyone! And don't even think about welshing on your bets," Chen Wang said.
They were playing cards.
The door suddenly swung open, and several fairies flew in.
"Hey, hiding in here is no fun at all. Come join the Carnival Dance!" the long-bearded old man said, reeking of wine.
"No!" the four of them said in unison.
Zhang Yinghao rubbed his forehead and muttered, "You've held thirty-five celebration dances in a row. Can't you take a day off?"
The long-bearded old man glared at him, flew down onto the card table, and pointed at him with his short stick. "Life is short! We've finally managed