"...Was that really an edict from a Venerable?"
Inside the VVVIP building, Bo Yi Jun was in a dim little room piled with all kinds of cleaning tools—as for why he was there, every place they had passed through, whether the back stairwell, restroom, guest room, or even the food-preparation room, had already been occupied by people who had hurriedly contacted their home clans.
That was right!
Bo Yi Jun was there because he had failed to snatch a good spot!
The utility room was actually not bad, though the smell was a little pungent... Bo Yi Jun nervously studied Wu Ding Holy Lord's face. As expected, Wu Ding Holy Lord's expression was naturally shifting between gloomy and bright.
"How could this be fake?" Bo Yi Jun said bitterly. "When this Great One's decree came down, I was completely dumbfounded. What exactly did the Second Venerable mean...?"
Wu Ding Holy Lord shook his head. Although the Purple Firmament Cup was a grand event, it was not worth someone of his status attending... Those who attended were mostly the second- and third-in-command figures of the various Great Holy Lands, elders, and the like. Of course, the Holy Lords of the Small Holy Lands would definitely show their faces, and some busybodies would also rush over of their own accord.
Wu Ding Holy Lord had not joined in the excitement, so he had simply let the hardworking Bo Yi Jun go in his place. He had to guard the main base and be ready to gradually devour the Golden Dragon Group of the Zhao clan from behind.
"Any news from Nujia?" Wu Ding Holy Lord asked with a gloomy expression.
Bo Yi Jun said helplessly, "The Eternal Night Continent where he is still hasn't finished its rotation battles. I'm afraid he'll only