Each player listened to Iron Black Pot brag and explain, and one by one, they instantly became restless.
"To hell with buying a house! I want to become stronger! Ole gee!" someone shouted, clenching their fist and continuing their frantic mining life.
Mr. Zhou stepped up to Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching and said with some emotion, "I suddenly feel a bit of regret."
Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching glanced at Mr. Zhou and patted his ribs, "What's there to regret? Did I say anything?"
Mr. Zhou laughed heartily, "Mr. Qian, let's calm down. We're dual-class players, the true gods of luck. Don't compare yourself with those fake ones."
"Moreover, isn't it obvious that skeletons fit our magic studies perfectly?"
"Look at Iron Black Pot; he probably lost the advantage of leaving a head and still living. With his heart destroyed, he'll need to resurrect, right?"
