Li Qingshan's stamina still could not match that of Xu Zhijun, and after a while, he was defeated.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "I am deeply reflecting on my own inadequacies."
"I always thought that being vigilant enough could avoid death, but evidently, the ability to adapt to situations and interpersonal relationships are more important in that world."
"Pfft, you're out here for fun, and yet you still write self-criticisms."
"Looking at your stern face all day, I can see why you're caught between life and death," Miss Chen couldn't help but laugh. "When asking the natives for some information, you should take it easy; being too serious might scare them to death."
Li Qingshan's face darkened, and he didn't know how to refute.
Indeed, most of the information had been obtained by old Mr. Pan Hao.
Another lady, Feng Ling, was a new "game character," and she seemed even more anxious, looking at the blue sea as if preoccupied with thoughts.
