Zhang Yang had just entered the Starry Sky Virtual Platform when he saw two people standing nearby.
Clap, clap, clap!
Quark and Foxwoman stood to one side, applauding vigorously.
Warmth filled Zhang Yang's heart. He knew Quark was happy for him, and happy for himself too.
I chose the right person!
Blue Star's rapid development owed much to Quark, even if he had also done it for his own sake.
Still, Zhang Yang could not fail to appreciate it.
"Incredible! Absolutely incredible!" Quark strode toward Zhang Yang, praising him as he walked.
"Hahahaha! When it comes to being a bull, who could beat you?" Zhang Yang stepped forward and rubbed Quark's two great horns, teasing him.
"Get lost! A little praise and your head's already in the clouds. How do you put it-can't tell the big joker from the little one?" Quark gave Zhang Yang a sidelong look and snapped.
"Come on, come on. Let's sit down at my place."
Foxwoman smiled sweetly as she watched the two head toward the Auction House with their arms around each other's shoulders.
Then she followed them, taking out a Memory Bead to record the scene.
The two did not chat for long. Both knew time was tight.
Blue Star could begin a Star War at any moment. Once it did, Zhang Yang would have to return to Blue Star immediately.
He would be forcibly logged out.
Zhang Yang walked toward the Rankings, studied the top twenty opponents, and made his decision.
The Immortal Race! The Ghost Race! The Dragon Race! The Sea Race!
Four Star Gates opened. This war would be an invasion.
After a century of development, Buddhism had flourished, its disciples now numbering a million.
Shakyamuni had chosen a site blessed with excellent feng shui and reshaped its surroundings with