"We Erezer players are like this, everyone is a burly brother."
"Damn, where did all the Priest players in this game go? Are there any Priests left? Preferably a Life Priest, our team just needs a healer, ready to leave at any time."
In the corner of Shalin City, in a dark alley, a man draped in a robe, with a sword at his waist, and a face full of years, crossed his arms and stared at the task information in front of him, with a look of determined conviction in his eyes.
Gnashing his teeth, he said, "Hmph, this Vejitas Dragon Scale Cultivator's surgery—I must get it!
So what if they're powerful families, so what if they're professional gamers, the humiliation you gave me back then, I will repay a hundredfold!" As he said this, his eyes turned crimson, and the veins on his tightly clenched fist bulged.
