"Huang Hao, are you alright?"
From behind Xu He, a middle-aged man rushed to Huang Hao's side, looking him up and down.
"Master?" Huang Hao recognized the man, and his anger immediately dissipated. He lost all his fight.
"Thank you for your concern, Master. I'm fine, but..."
"But what?" The middle-aged man's expression tensed as he asked hurriedly.
Huang Hao's eyes were filled with grievance. "If I hadn't been woken up just now, I would have already broken through to the Refining God Seventh Heaven."
"What?! The Refining God Seventh Heaven!" The middle-aged man was shocked. "Didn't you just reach the Sixth Heaven a few days ago?"
Huang Hao sighed and turned his gaze to the menu on the wall.
He knew the extra Spiritual Energy in his body came from the Purple Bamboo Golden Fragrant Rice. Looking back now, the price of one hundred contribution points wasn't just not expensive—it felt incredibly cheap.
