As Xiao Zhan walked past the thirty thousand jin Black Stone.
The originally quiet whispers of the crowd suddenly became a cacophony.
And once the commotion started, it seemed as though it couldn't be stopped.
"Thirty thousand jin, that's something only a Seventh Grade Spirit Master could lift, right? Why is he still walking forward?"
"What on earth is Xiao Zhan doing? Can he do it, or not?"
"Hey, kid, what are you doing up there, taking a stroll? Go take your walk with your wife and don't waste our time up here!"
Someone who couldn't hold their temper started to berate Xiao Zhan directly.
Xiao Zhan ignored it all, quietly continuing to move forward.
This attitude of his, as if nonchalantly treading on cotton, only served to ignite everyone's dissatisfaction.
"Damn it, are you deaf to me speaking or what, are you going to lift or not? If not, get lost from there, parading around like you're young!"
