"Qian Rui, with so many people around, do you think the Shadow Trial will be scared off and won't show up?"
Wang Bo looked around at the passing crowd and said with a laugh.
"Possibly."
Qian Rui didn't hold much hope for such urban legends to begin with.
But now, his face was brimming with smiles because he suddenly realized this place seemed like a prime spot to make money!
Just standing there for a little over an hour, he had encountered several, no, Wish-making White Foxes, which had brought him a quick couple thousand bucks!
Wasn't this more comfortable than sparring?
Perhaps he could change his money-making plans and it might be quite sweet to roam the streets encountering "Wish-making White Foxes."
While he was lost in thought, a black rift suddenly appeared not far away.
This black rift appeared right next to Wang Bo.
"Wang Bo! The rift!"
He shouted loudly.
"Huh? What did you say?"
