A RED TOKEN II
A smile graced Argus's face when he felt his cultivation rank increase. He could tell that just with what he had comprehended alone when they leave this artificial independent space, he will be able to break through from the peak of the Heaven cultivation realm and make it to the Spirit Condensing cultivation realm.
"Thank you, young master." Argus placed his fist in his palm and slightly bowed in front of Al.
Unaware of the pained expression on Al's face. Al felt cheated, pained, and ostracized by the world. "How am I supposed to fight against my fate when it leaves me with no chance of fighting?" Al uttered dejectedly.
"Alexander, look at your wristband again." Mr. Guardian said.