Amidst a flurry of notifications, "Mysticism" was steadily increasing at a visible rate. It quickly reached (151/500), and while the pace slowed down, it still occasionally saw 1 increments.,And accompanying the crossing was this translucent panel in front of him.,The female student, holding a towel, seemed not to hear his mutterings. She walked up to Xue Jing with a shy expression, looked up at his face, and bravely opened her mouth:。