Su Ping patted his somewhat rumpled T-shirt.
Looking at the Mystic Realm entrance he had been forcibly squeezed out of, he curled his lip.
Hadn't I broken through a special hurdle too?
Couldn't I get a little extra time?
After all, he was actually quite interested in those so-called outer areas. There seemed to be some special discoveries in the regions open to free exploration. Perhaps even Feifei's Stone of Imagination vein might be somewhere in this area.
Unfortunately, that meant he could only take another look tomorrow, if he had time.
Still, breaking through into a new stage had not been without other benefits.
If nothing else, at least the way he had been thrown out was quite reliable and proper.
He had not ended up as dusty and bedraggled as the others before him.
When he turned to look, sure enough, just as he had expected, everyone was staring at him as though he were a monster.
Even Meng Huangliang, who was relatively the most indifferent to gains and losses, was no exception.
Because they had actually been inside, experienced it, and felt just how difficult it was.
So they had yet to process Su Ping's result.
The reason was simple. At this very moment, Su Ping stood prominently above the twentieth level, and a special dividing line on the stone wall separated him from the rest of them.
Twenty levels!
Compared with everyone else, whose best result since entering had been Zhu Hong's three levels, the gap really was a little too great.
Yet in everyone's minds, although there was a gap, it should not have been this large.
So Zhu Hong looked at Su Ping.
"Su Ping, did you know about this Mystic Realm beforehand and do some research on entering it?"
Clearly, to them, this