After clarifying his next objectives.
Fu Changsheng used his right hand to form a technique, chanting obscure spells, then donned a peculiar mask. With a buzzing sound, the world spun around, and in the next instant, he found himself back in the same Task Hall as before.
On the list.
Various bounty tasks kept refreshing continuously.
"Huh?"
Fu Changsheng focused closely.
He noticed that among the crimson bounty tasks, there was surprisingly an orange-colored task.
He immediately gestured.
And that task floated in front of him:
"A bounty of eighty thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones on the head of Qiuu Kui's concubine from Yinan Tribe -- Zhang Yuanyuan!"
Fu Changsheng's eyes lit up.
Not long from now.
The Court was about to wage war against the Yinan Tribe.
Zhang Yuanyuan was already on his list of targets, what a coincidence.
He immediately accepted the task.
At the same time.
In the mirror behind him, a line of text suddenly appeared:
