After walking around the Zhuojun Market three times, Uncle Liu Huang, who was selling straw sandals, was right in front of him. The system suddenly popped up a prompt: Ninety-nine time travelers in the entire server have come online, and the first to kill the god-level equipment. I glanced at the butcher's knife on Zhang Fei's stall, and then at Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue blank. Dude, I'm going to make the first move in this game.
