He turned the Command Token over in his hands. "Heavenly Contention Tournament?" They want this Great King to work like an ox and horse, fighting in the arena?
And here I thought it was some priceless treasure.
He curled his lip and put the Command Token away with a look of disgust.
Mu Qinglan was stunned again at the sight.
The Tournament of Contending Prodigies was held only once every three hundred years, and the Azure Cloud Sect received just ten places each time. Only True Disciples were eligible!
Even True Disciples had to endure fierce competition before they could secure a place.
If she had not truly lacked any other reward worth offering right now...
How could such a heaven-defying opportunity possibly have fallen to him?
Chun Xiaobai put away this thoroughly uninspiring reward before speaking. "Well, venerable elder, let me tell you-there's a huge secret in that mountain behind me!"
"A huge secret?!" Mu Qinglan immediately perked up. "Tell me!"
"Not long ago, a bolt of heavenly lightning struck this mountain! Who knows, maybe it happened to hit the Array Foundation beneath it..."
"Just as I thought!" Mu Qinglan's heart leaped with joy. "That's where the problem was all along!"
Chun Xiaobai continued spinning his tale. "After that, the mountain's protective formation loosened a little, and spiritual qi started pouring out nonstop!"
"Then... then loads of Senior Brothers, Senior Sisters, and elders all flocked here to soak up the spiritual qi!"
"I just finished soaking some up myself and came out for a breath of fresh air..."
"Soaking up spiritual qi?!"
Hearing this, Mu Qinglan suddenly understood!
No wonder those disciples and elders had vanished so mysteriously! No wonder the Inner Sect's spiritual qi had suddenly plummeted!
Before Chun Xiaobai could finish, her figure flickered, transforming into a