The announcement was made globally, and players from different mountains were asking those no. 27 peeps who had been spitting their eulogies awhile ago about what happened.
[Brother Niu]: Oi, you guys, we've bonded for half an hour. At least we're considered comrades in suffering. Share some secrets on how you ended the disaster!
[Beef Noodles]: These no. 27 peeps always get the good end of the stick! Are they playing a different game? I'm filing a complaint! This is so unfair.
More players were asking the same question as those above.
But it was as if the mute button had been pressed, and those people were all silent right now. They couldn't even muster an ounce of celebratory mood with their luck-gotten rewards.
Well, you can't blame them.
Who could stay sane and calm in the sight of something that only existed in myths?
