ver Grass, level eleven. Goal is…” At this point, Tang Wulin paused, “I don’t have a goal yet.”"Look, he's got no target now. He's a useless martial spirit.""Whoosh!" A piece of chalk flew out like a... people, making their bodies light. 。Tang Wulin felt that she seemed to have returned to normal, and he finally relaxed a bit. 。"If we calculate until tomorrow morning, we'll have about fifteen hours...