One, two, three...
Under the waterfall, the elderly guide watched as the candidates appeared one after another like a rolling snowball, his expression changing dramatically.
Even his own fishing rod was broken by Little Di Shen, unbeknownst to him.
In total, one hundred and three people came down.
Ye Lingyue counted the numbers, a look of joy appearing on her face.
"Old man, all our people are here. Could you kindly lead us to the final selection?"
"Oh, everyone is here, quite a number indeed."
The old man snapped out of it, muttering to himself, that this time, the second selection in Lonely Moon Sea might have the most successful candidates in its history.
The treacherous Galaxy Creek left by the ancestors failed for the first time.
The old man also found out that the idea of using the iron chain to cross Galaxy Creek was suggested by the young girl in front of him.
