The preliminary round was over in just two days. After watching the competition for such a long time, today is the final day and it is time for the leaders of various races to take action.
At this time, monks from all walks of life naturally focused their attention on their common greatest enemy. In their sight, the pale and handsome monk in black robes was holding a young man on his lap, with his eyebrows slightly lowered, looking quite docile.
Those who could come to participate in the Questioning Abyss Conference were undoubtedly people with outstanding abilities. They had naturally seen that the robe that the young man was wearing was made of soul-drawing silk, and the robe was attached with dozens of indestructible restrictions. The rest of the ornaments on his body were also priceless treasures. The young clan leaders of various tribes did not have such treatment, right? --- Thinking that Xie Yan had been sleeping for so many years, and they had been diligently practicing all these years, the cultivators of various tribes were thinking in their hearts that they might not be without the ability to fight against him now.
...However, this idea of theirs only lasted until the opponent came on the court.
When it was his turn, Xie Yan put the boy in his arms back to the side and whispered, "Be back soon."
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