Reward

When Ling Han came out of the White Star Tower, he saw that all eyes were focused on him. He couldn't help but think to himself, 'It seems that passing through the eighth level was a bit of an overkill. If I had known earlier, I would have stopped after passing through seventh level.'

"Child, what is your name?" An old man had rushed over and almost threw himself at Ling Han. He looked at Ling Han with a heated gaze as if the latter wasn't a full-grown man, but rather a beautiful fairy whose beauty was beyond compare.

Ling Han suppressed the impulse to throw a punch—the old man's face was about to stick to him..

Ling Han had no choice. In his excitement, the old man did not hide his own cultivation—there was a round of suns and moons behind him, meaning that he was an elite whose cultivation was of the minor levels of the Sun Moon Tier. If Ling Han were to throw this punch, he would definitely lose his life in the next second.