Ming Cen looked around. When he spotted Xue Fuyao nearby, watching him curiously, he walked over, dragging the two half-dead people behind him.
"What did you run into that made you give up on the competition so early?" Ming Cen asked.
Young as Xue Fuyao looked, her cultivation was no lower than theirs. With her talent and luck, she achieved twice the results for half the effort in her cultivation.
In any case, when Ming Cen learned how long Xue Fuyao had been cultivating and what her cultivation was, he was green with envy.
Precisely because he knew Xue Fuyao was no worse than anyone else, Ming Cen was so surprised to see her here.
"I ran into two divine beasts, so I contacted my master."
Under the rules of the Central Continent Assembly, disciples like them could not contact their elders during the competition for any reason. Even if they happened to meet, they could not exchange so much as a word or a greeting. Thus, the moment Xue Fuyao chose to contact her master, her competition had ended. Still, she did not regret it.
"Divine beasts? So you were the one who discovered them."
Ming Cen's tone immediately grew excited.
Quite a few people had felt the aftershocks of that battle several days ago. Ming Cen had been relatively far away at the time, so he had not gone over to investigate.
"By the way, what kinds of divine beasts were they, and how were they dealt with?" Ming Cen asked.
"A phoenix and a dragon. They were killed," Xue Fuyao said.
Ming Cen was not surprised by this outcome. Unless someone found a divine beast egg through an extraordinary stroke of fortune, hatched it, and raised it by their side from infancy, it was very difficult for