"If Miss Dugu Yan could return to the Royal Fight Team, wouldn't that solve the problem?"
Focalors blinked and ventured cautiously.
Neuvillette fell silent. Focalors had a point, but making it happen would be difficult.
They had come for victory. How could they possibly return to the team so easily, only to go up there and get beaten?
Yes, beaten.
Given their situation, the Soul Arena would definitely send out seven high-level Soul Ancestors. Even with the advantage of their martial souls, the Royal Fight Team would have almost no chance of winning.
"Let the professionals handle this."
Neuvillette shook his head and said no more. Taking Focalors by the hand, he led her toward the exit of the Soul Arena.
The Soul Arena had only just opened. There was no need to rush.
"Sigh..."
"Isn't this a good idea?"
"It's good. The best!"
"You..."
After the two left the Soul Arena, bright sunlight fell across their faces.
Since Neuvillette was something of a "celebrity" at the Soul Arena, people always watched him wherever he went in the city.
This time, though, they were not merely looking at Neuvillette. They were also looking at Focalors.
The Chief Judge of the Soul Arena was actually in a relationship. Who knew how many Pure White Lilies would cry themselves unconscious over this?
They wandered about, taking in Suotuo City's local customs, its food, champagne, and more.
"Huh, isn't that Dai Mubai? I haven't seen him in a long time."
The figure that suddenly entered his sight made Neuvillette pause. He vaguely remembered what Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had told him when they ran off.
They had beaten Dai Mubai up!
More than a month had passed before Dai Mubai reappeared in Suotuo City. His injuries must have been quite serious!
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