The system's notification sound was nothing short of heavenly music.
Han Feng was stunned for a moment.
Then, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curled up, finally breaking into a wide, silent grin.
'I've hit the jackpot.'
'This wasn't just breaking even, it was a massive score!'
'Not only did I get the Spiritual Attribute for free, but I also managed to grind out a Divine Level Passive right at the Ghost Gate.'
This feeling of dancing on a knife's edge and then pocketing the blade as a reward was intoxicatingly addictive.
He lay there on the ground, drenched in cold sweat, his eye sockets sunken. Paired with that eerie smile, he looked particularly unsettling in the dim cave.
"Holy shit..."
Fan Jian and Old Liu had intended to step forward and check on him, but that smile made them both recoil a step.
"This kid... he didn't go crazy, did he?"
