Jiang Yan was still cultivating.
The Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground's resources were being consumed even faster than he had imagined. According to Yang Qing's estimate, in at most another five days, the Treasure Land's resources would no longer be enough for so many people to divide among themselves. By then, the Duel Arena would lose its reason to keep operating.
Yang Qing had wanted to rescue the Duel Arena from its current predicament, but when he asked Jiang Yan, the answer he received was:
"If the duels truly can no longer go on, then it will be time for me to leave this place as well."
"What? Brother Jiang, as long as we cut expenses, shorten the time the Treasure Land is available, and limit the number of martial artists, we can keep the Duel Arena running for at least another month!"
Jiang Yan glanced at him and said calmly, "There's no need to cut back. I remember saying before that my purpose in establishing the Duel Arena was not to establish a Duel Arena."
Yang Qing:?
He did not understand what Jiang Yan meant, and Jiang Yan did not explain it to him either.
But after hearing Jiang Yan's words, he could only sigh helplessly.
"Brother Jiang, will you leave Hundred Prisons when the time comes?"
Jiang Yan nodded.
Yang Qing looked sorrowful. After a moment of silence, he said helplessly, "At least in this life, I, Yang Qing, have done one damned impressive thing."
Four days later, the regeneration rate of Hundred Prisons' resources had completely fallen behind the rate of consumption. Rumors had already begun circulating outside that Jiang Yan's Duel Arena was about to go bankrupt.
There was no shortage of spectators, all wanting to see how this peerless Prodigy would handle the matter.
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