Chapter 133: Zhang San's Investment (1)

To most people in the Seven Blood Eyes, this night was no different from usual. However, to some people, it was a little different.

Some sighed with emotion. They envied him for being extraordinary.

Some were furious and swore to tear him into pieces.

Someone was sitting in a rocking chair, and the fruit pits beside him had piled like a hill.

Someone in the inn felt bitter and panicked.

Sometimes, to judge whether a person had integrated into the environment, you didn't have to look at their achievements or actions, but look at how many people's emotions they could stir.

The envious disciples in Port 79, the hysterical merfolk cultivators, the captain of Team Six who had a mountain of fruit pits piled beside him, and the flustered Diamond Sect's ancestor.

However, no matter what, when the morning light scattered down, the thoughts of the night also slowly faded. It was like people left the scene after dancing merrily the whole night.