He turned around, vanishing silently at the end of the corridor.
Fang Qingyu knew the original copy couldn't possibly be given to him.
So he turned and walked towards the elevator to return to the lobby on the first floor, casually finding a spot at the edge to sit and wait.
The lobby was bustling with voices.
The reason for suddenly coming to select a Martial Technique this time was because during these three days...
Fang Qingyu had gained a considerable amount of Skill Points.
One might say it was quite decent.
Because during these three days, the attacks from the Celestial Punishment Association never ceased.
As if after the annihilation of the Desolate Bone Corps, the people of the Celestial Punishment Association suddenly got enlightened.
No longer the tentative harassment like the first night.
But rather like a surging tide, wave after wave, each wave carrying the determined Will to assault Cyan Dragon Gang's various defense lines.
