Soon after.
No less than a hundred figures descended upon Star-Picking Tower.
Their skin tones, their races—all different, hailing from all Countries.
A two-meter-tall white fighter was bursting with joy inside—he was Ricken!
"Hahaha, it's finally open! My chance is here!"
During this period, Ricken's feelings could only be described as extremely complicated.
His father had gone through untold hardships to send him to the side of the Elephant King to study the Holy Image Dao.
During that arduous cultivation, he also obtained what he thought was the "same" moment of enlightenment as Lu Chenzhou—at least, that's what he believed.
Afterwards, he threw himself into bitter training, seven years without rest.
He'd thought that when he emerged from the mountains, he'd be on par with Lu Chenzhou.
And then... when the village finally got internet, he was dumbfounded.
Everywhere on the internet, overwhelming, was news of Lu Chenzhou.
[Lu Chenzhou! Dragon City Chief!]
