Time passed slowly. The secret realm of the Land of the Festival, which remained basically synchronized with the Eternal World, had quietly reached dusk.
The setting sun slanted westward, and the daylight gradually dimmed. In its place, lamps lit up one after another throughout the market-like area of this small town, making the festive atmosphere seem increasingly intense.
The lords grew increasingly nervous as well.
Even after half a day had passed, only a very small number of people were confident they could win over and recruit a hero. Aside from Kong Ming, Wuji, Hegemon Dragon... Tian Yuan, and the others, no lord could claim certainty—not even Wang Ba, who ranked second on the Gold Ranking.
That was also because he was unwilling to recruit only Common Star heroes.
Tian Yuan could freely choose among the top heroes. How could he accept losing?
Supply Zone,
Jiang Luo Xing dropped heavily onto the ground, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then gulped down several cans of chilled drinks before saying, "The competition is way too fierce. If I can't gain my target hero's favor before the Tags appear, it'll be even harder when the final stage arrives. After all..."
He knew his own limits.
How could the construction of their newcomers' territories, their troops, and their other conditions possibly compare with those of the old lords?
He still had to keep struggling. He couldn't enjoy the time ahead as easily as the great Tian Yuan could.
Great Lord Mu wasn't merely eating his fill. He had been observing the heroes one by one all along; he simply hadn't gone up to strike up a conversation.
From Jiang Luo Xing, Liu Miu Miu, and the others, as well as the treasured intelligence previously given to him by that wealthy older