"If one hundred points signify a qualitative change, bringing me new talents, then when will the next set of talents appear? One hundred fifty, or two hundred?"
Zhang Rongfang suddenly felt an unprecedentedly intense need for attribute points.
Though it was just a minor enhancement to his vision in dim light, there was no doubt— in this ordinary world where even Grandmasters were merely slightly stronger, slightly faster—
In this world ruled by Spiritualized beings, who were suspected to be the crystallization of future technology.
This small bit of the extraordinary is just the beginning of everything!
Just as he felt excited and full of anticipation for the future.
Knock, knock, knock.
A light knock sounded on the door.
"Daoist, there's urgent news to report!" The voice of a Daoist came from outside.
"What is it?" Zhang Rongfang collected his emotions and asked gravely.
