Will Mormans Fall?

The celebration banquet ended quickly.

The joy of winning the knockout stage was somewhat dampened after they learned the Fallen King's true identity.

Everyone soon dispersed and returned to their rooms to sort through their gains and reflect on what they had learned.

Once they had fully digested the gains from this knockout stage, their strength would rise to another level.

"About the clues to Heaven's Dragon Tongue..." Jiang Yuan looked at Song Yun.

Only the two of them remained in the spacious villa living room.

Song Yun took a sip of spirit wine, let out a burp, and said drunkenly, "Don't mention it. I'd only just found some clues when that accident happened outside the city. Several dungeon secret realms went into turmoil, and the dangerous aura spilling out from them was enough that even I didn't dare venture deep inside."

Jiang Yuan raised a brow. "Could an Abyss King have awakened?"

"Doesn't seem like it, but it's close. Especially with the Abyss granting Blessing, I don't want to take that risk. Burp~" The "girl" with snowy silver hair curled up on the sofa, hugging a wine jug. Her petite, jade-white feet were exposed as she asked, half-drunk yet not quite drunk, "What about you? How were your gains from this national war?"

"Not bad."

Jiang Yuan raised his hand, and a crystalline substance wrapped in layers of purple seals appeared in his palm.

"Is this useful to you?"

Song Yun half-opened her eyes and glanced at it. "A Phantom Dream Seed. High quality. It can be used to forge top-tier Psychic Class weapons, and it can also temper one's spirit. You won it in the team leader arena match too?"

"Mm."

"For me?"

"If you want it, it's yours. If not, forget it." Jiang Yuan casually tossed it