Upon the vast island.
Not far from the entrance of the medium-sized mystic realm.
The deacon gazed from afar at the four disciples from the Wayless Sect.
Suddenly, a streak of light flew from the distance and landed beside the deacon.
As the light dissipated, a figure was revealed—it was another deacon.
"Why are you here instead of presiding over that competition?"
The 'Steward Chen,' who had just been watching the four disciples from the Wayless Sect, frowned and asked.
"It's all over there, we're getting ready for the next round, I'm here to deliver the list."
The other deacon said languidly.
"What kind of joke is this? How long has it been? The round is already over?"
Steward Chen's eyes widened, feeling like the other was joking.
"Who's joking with you? The list for the next round is already being prepared, does that seem like a joke to you?"
The deacon rolled his eyes.
He couldn't be bothered to explain any further.
