"Sir, please have a seat for a while. The late-night snack will be ready soon."
The steward poked his head out from the kitchen.
Soon, the table was full of people again, each minding their own business, eating whatever they wanted. The theme seemed to be: eat whatever's available.
Wen Yan had a satisfying meal, then slumped onto the sofa to digest. He felt like he'd finally come back to life.
The heavy-headed, light-footed feeling disappeared as well.
He checked over the things he'd gotten again. The bag containing the wondrous items was casually tossed on the sofa, and no one bothered to touch it.
Wen Yan closed his eyes and mentally sorted things out again.
The other stuff was easy to decide on—nothing to hesitate about. But that 10% general blank progress needed careful consideration.
Right now, Scorching Sun's progress was at 63%. If he added it to Scorching Sun, it would be the highest return.
