"This damned Transmigrator Alliance is kind of a rip-off."
When Gu Yuan saw the contribution points, he could not help marveling at how black-hearted they were.
If this were the Myriad Heavens Containment Center, it would probably be worth far more than this.
Too black-hearted.
He really had to learn from them—no, he had to condemn them properly.
Because the Transmigrator Alliance had so few members, and those who had come to welcome him had their own matters to attend to,
the Transmigrator Alliance hall seemed somewhat empty at the moment.
Only Xiao Meng stood within it.
Reading up on some basic knowledge.
With contribution points being limited, he needed to expand into other avenues.
Xiao Meng was reading, and Gu Yuan was reading as well.
"Observers can receive a five-percent contribution point rebate from new members?"
That was rather similar to the feedback he received from cultivating the Qi Refining Formula.
Time passed second by second.
Xiao Meng closed the book.
Then he let out a sigh.
But that sigh was not one of unhappiness—it was the thrill of extreme excitement.
After transmigrating for so long, he had thought he could only serve as a steward in that sect.
At best, he might reach the Golden Core realm in his lifetime.
But now that he had joined the Transmigrator Alliance, the world before him had become broader, and the road ahead clearer.
A golden finger.
Sure enough, transmigrators all had golden fingers. Even without one, they could create one themselves.
With a smile on his face, Xiao Meng looked around the hall. He could not see the ceiling even when he raised his head; who knew how high it was.
It was just a bit of a pity.
He had not met the so-called chairman.
Was this the gateway