"Yuan Zhiyi..."
"What's up?"
"Let's cancel the guiding battle."
Zeng Jixia wore a pained expression, already pondering how to ask his stingy rich dad for compensation for the force tester.
The machine was so broken that there was no way it could be sent to the Celestial Craft Group for after-sales repair.
At that moment, though still in the Ivory Tower, Zeng Jixia exuded the hopelessness only seen in the workplace, as if shouldering an enormous black pot, his posture suddenly hunched significantly.
Ye Qingzhou saw this and gently lamented, "Another poor soul crushed by life."
Leon chimed in sarcastically, "Master Ye, aren't you the one who crushed him?"
Knowing the guiding battle was canceled, everyone was disappointed.
"Why was it canceled all of a sudden?"
"Probably afraid of getting beaten up."
"..."
"That punch from Ye Qingzhou just now, wasn't it at the level of 'Thousand Jin Divine Power'?"
