Yan Huan took the Credits, slipped them into his pocket, and asked:
"Did the Xianzhou fleet come pick you up?"
"They did." Bronya nodded.
"It was... really grand. I wasn't quite used to it when I first boarded."
"Hmph, better than me." Seele folded her arms calmly.
"That's because you fell asleep the moment you boarded and didn't wake up until we disembarked." Bronya sounded helpless.
"I'll take you to the VIP rooms first."
Yan Huan led them through the check-in process quickly.
Aside from Hook, Bronya, and Natasha, who were there as companions, Seele, Luka, and Svarog all filled out registration forms for the Martial Arts Ceremony as contestants.
"Huh? Gepard didn't come?" Yan Huan asked as he looked at the people filling out the forms.
"Mr. Gepard needs to maintain order in Belobog, so he couldn't leave," Luka replied.
"But I'll carry his share with me and fight until the very end."
"Mm, get settled in first. Call me if you need anything."
"I'm going to check on March 7th first."
After saying goodbye to the Belobog group, Yan Huan went around the corridor and, with considerable helplessness, opened March 7th's door again.
"Yo, you're back?"
March 7th sat on the bed and smiled as she held out her hand.
"Come on, let me see what good stuff you prepared for me."
"Damn, you really deserve to die."
After dumping a pile of equipment onto the floor, Yan Huan sat on the bed and explained to March 7th:
"This equipment isn't that outrageous. Just pick one."
"At the end of the day, no matter how good the equipment is, it's not that useful. We're all Pathwalkers; personal strength is what matters most."
"Got it, got it. You're so naggy."
March 7th picked out a Xuanyuan Sword from the