C192 Fat Sheep??

Suddenly, the entire camp was abuzz with sounds of amazement.

All eyes were on Shen Jun, their gazes intense with admiration.

Shen Jun glanced down at his left wrist.

At some point, a string of numbers had appeared there, emitting a faint golden glow.

400,000.

A staggering four hundred thousand meritorious points.

"So these are meritorious points," Shen Jun mused silently