On top of the sphere, the words "Miniature Gravitational Compression Device" were written in large letters.
After looking at it, Su Ping understood and then smiled:
"Thank you, Mad Saint."
"Alright, I do have some urgent matters to attend to, I'll take my leave first."
Others nodded, it was quite clear that they all noticed that this Mad Saint seemed somewhat preoccupied.
"What's up with Wu Kuang? Usually, he's one of those who loves betting the most, how come he's so distracted today?"
Saint Yuan was somewhat surprised as he watched Wu Kuang open the skylight directly and fly away.
"Who knows?"
Clearly, those present weren't really curious, just talking casually.
And at this moment, it was indeed already quite late.
Feather Saint, Saint Yuan, and Elder Feng, among others, bid farewell and left one after another.
Soon, only Su Ping and Leng Ye were left in this massive broadcast office.
"Su Ping, how does it feel to achieve first place?"
Leng Ye smiled and said.
