Today was the final day of the Global Magic Beast Championship.
The daytime was reserved for a cultural exchange gathering between nations.
After witnessing such extraordinarily thrilling battles, the top prodigies of every nation surely had come to understand one another quite well.
Thus, this cultural exchange gathering served as a fitting excuse arranged by the event organizers for these prodigies to make each other's acquaintance.
That evening would be the grand celebratory banquet.
A celebration for the successful conclusion of this Global Magic Beast Championship.
And finally, there would be the top-tier auction that had captured everyone's attention.
Yet what made the expressions of the prodigies from every nation especially colorful was...
From ten in the morning until three in the afternoon, throughout the entire cultural exchange gathering, there had not been a trace of Ling Zhan!
"This..."
"What's going on? Did he actually refuse to attend?"
"This Double Champion is way too arrogant!"
"You say that, but if you'd won the Double Champion title, you'd probably be even more arrogant than him."
"Sigh, I'd originally wanted to get acquainted with him. My older sister even called me overnight and insisted that I get Ling Zhan's autograph!"
"Same here. My biological little sister called to threaten me, saying I absolutely had to get a signed photo of Ling Zhan."
"..."
The many prodigies who had come hoping to make connections discussed it all with bitter smiles.
There was no helping it.
When they had seen that Freelancer seize the championship throne in the individual competition,
the many empires, factions, and organizations outside had merely been impressed.
They had wanted to befriend him, but it had not been that urgent. After all, in their eyes, the potential of this Jobless Freelancer still needed to be observed. Once these prodigies reached