Luo Zheng did not return to the Main City where Lan Ran, Liu Yu, and the others had gone back to the Demon Night Race.
Working together with them to venture through the Withered Wood Gate and seize Dreamlike Points was not slow by ordinary martial artists' standards, but it was still far from enough for Luo Zheng.
Moreover, since Luo Zheng had occupied the Withered Wood Gate, the proportion of Dreamlike Points distributed to Lan Ran would naturally decrease. From Lan Ran's perspective, she probably did not want Luo Zheng to stay either.
Outside the Withered Wood Gate, many members of the Demon Night Race watched as Luo Zheng transformed into a streak of Escaping Light and headed north...
Liu Yu gazed at Luo Zheng's departing figure, a complicated expression on her face.
Lan Ran glanced at Liu Yu and knew what she was thinking.
After all, Luo Zheng was a sliver of hope for her to regain her freedom. It was just that this hope seemed far too faint.
"I think Luo Zheng's strength is already enough to contend with the prodigies of the various great powers. That fellow may be able to fight for a place in the top hundred of the Dreamlike Battlefield," Lan Ran said.
The top hundred in this Dreamlike Battlefield would be treasures wherever they went!
These people were the darlings of heaven and earth!
They either possessed extremely rare special bloodlines or peerless talents. Some even possessed great fortunes powerful enough to Defy Heaven...
Among countless trillions of martial artists, only around a hundred such people existed.
Only martial artists like them had the qualifications to be called prodigies!
Liu Yu remained silent for a long while. After Luo Zheng's streak of Escaping Light had completely vanished from sight, she merely said,