Noel looked at the scene around him.
The withered flowers had bloomed again, the ferris wheel had resumed its operation, exuding vibrant life—this vitality burned from his body.
A blond youth walked toward him, his long hair draped chaotically down his waist.
"What do you think of the Azure Phoenix Tribe?" Noel opened the panel, "The Merfolk Clan seems not bad either..."
"Not great." Dieying stared at Noel.
What he felt was an indescribable emotion, whether it was envy or jealousy, appreciation or hatred, longing or aversion, even he himself didn't understand.
"Oh... there's actually a Strawberry Tribe! If I choose the Strawberry Tribe, will it give Su Ming'an a big shock?" Noel looked at the panel.
"What does that have to do with me?" Dieying stood with arms crossed.
"We at least talked for a few days. Give me some advice. O Cosmic Adventurer, which race should I choose?"
"Why don't you let me devour you, it's more realistic."
