C428 The Third One Hundred Zhang

Ho Liao found himself not in a void, but back on the slopes of Crystal Jade Mountain, surrounded by thick fog. He knew he had won his gamble!

The fog morphed into a line of text: "Congratulations on your good luck. You can advance another 330 feet, but I doubt luck will always be on your side!"

Seeing this, Ho Liao cursed under his breath