"Lamp holder, how are things going now?"
A calm yet slightly puzzled voice echoed. Ever since Yang Qizhou's game character had separated from his own, the refreshed text for the secret practitioner had consistently been phrases like "You see the Dark Crow of Profane Fortune submerge itself within the black legion," "You are waiting," "You continue waiting," "You see a streak of blood-red figure launching a horrifying slaughter against snow-white sacred creatures." These somewhat abstract descriptions offered little additional detailed information within the game.
Yang Qizhou focused all his attention on the game and casually replied, "Not bad, just sit tight and wait for now."
The secret practitioner probed, "So you're saying there's a high chance you'll find a way to cross the 'River of Two Judgments,' right?"
"I don't know yet. Stop talking and wait quietly."
"Stop talking?"
