Although he had not seen the trial itself, knowing the outcome gave Yue Wen a clear enough idea. Figuring Xing'er and Qi Dian would be coming home soon, he closed the livestream on his phone.
Elder Wei's eating stream was quite entertaining, but time was limited now. Yue Wen had to seize every minute and second to improve his strength.
His divine sense slipped away, arriving in the Black-Gold Great Hall in the blink of an eye.
Life was dull and dreary. If you had money, you had to spend it...
"Little dragon, come out and serve your customer!" Yue Wen called out as soon as his figure appeared.
"Oh?" Da Long showed not the slightest displeasure at his disrespect. Instead, the flames in his eyes flickered slightly. "How much Evil-Suppressing Money did you earn?"
"Not much. I just felt like spending." Yue Wen shrugged.
Da Long remained calm. From what he knew of Yue Wen, if the brat was acting this cocky in front of him, he had either drunk a great deal or earned a great deal-and he also knew Yue Wen generally did not drink.
"What do you want?" Da Long asked.
Yue Wen composed himself and said seriously, "I'm going to fight in the City Heroes' Battle arena. There are limits on the number of magical artifacts, and pills aren't allowed either... Right now, I need supernatural powers and arcane arts that can boost my immediate combat strength."
"Your cultivation is only at the Astral Realm. You simply can't practice the more powerful True Dragon Arcane Arts, and you don't lack ordinary supernatural powers now." Da Long's pupils stilled, and the golden flames in his eyes began flickering again. His enormous head instantly looked like a sculpture.
A moment later, he answered, "I can give you