The Dead Tablet

Lu Benwei pulled over a stool and sat down.

Then, Chu Yan handed over a list and said, "This is the list of the prizes. Take a look first."

Lin Feng eagerly pulled the list in front of him, his eyes quickly flipping through it.

"Holy sh*t! A full set of level 50 purple equipment! A red-grade weapon?! There's even a legendary skill scroll?!" Lin Feng could not help but exclaim every prize on the list.

Zhao Xiaoqi and Gai Yue could not help but stretch their necks to watch.

"I have to say, the prizes from the National Class Tournament are really generous," Hai Yue said.

"A full set of level 50 purple equipment is the least valuable one here."

Lu Benwei nodded and glanced at the list. He saw the giant stone tablet on it and let out a long sigh of relief.

"As expected, Mr. Liu didn't lie to me."

Lu Benwei was about to speak when Lin Feng suddenly interrupted him.

"Eh, why is there a line of small words here?"