"When does the arena tournament begin?"
"Probably in about a month."
"Use this month of free time to rest and build up our strength. Let's strive for thirty-six consecutive victories."
Yan Ting said with a smile.
The others laughed as well.
But Ye Lin keenly noticed that although they were smiling, their smiles were far from relaxed.
Thinking it over carefully, he understood.
None of the people the Chaos Ancient Clan had sent were simple opponents. No matter how confident they were, they still felt pressure.
As for thirty-six consecutive victories—
Would things really go that way?
No one knew.
But if one thought about it carefully, thirty-six straight victories truly seemed unrealistic.
After that battle, who knew how many people would die.
But at the very least, everyone was still smiling for now.
"Alright, everyone, find a place to rest and recuperate properly."
"In a month, we'll have a hard battle to fight."
"If we win, everything will be easy to discuss. If we lose, then it really won't be so easy to say."
"That makes sense."
"Fellow Daoist, I'm leaving."
"Let's go."
For a time, the cultivators around them all departed one after another.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, the palaces and such here are all ownerless. You can find any unoccupied place to rest."
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yan."
"No need to be so polite. Now that we're here, we're all one family, with a shared goal."
Yan Ting laughed heartily.
After bidding Yan Ting farewell, Ye Lin took Yun Qiyue and casually found an estate before walking in.
The estate contained only basic furnishings and nothing else.
But it was enough.
After all, they had not come here to enjoy themselves.
"Junior Brother, get some proper rest. I won't disturb you anymore."
"Do your best. Beat them