The next morning.
The Eighth Prince looked at the youth and said.
"The fortuitous opportunity battle is really about to begin. We all have to participate."
"Will the two of us join as well? Are you fighting for the Dragon Race? What about me? Should I register at Kunlun?" The youth asked curiously.
If he asked his grandfather to help talk to Kunlun, he should be able to register.
However, it was a little difficult to be chosen.
There were many early-stage True Immortals in Kunlun.
"No, we all have to participate." The Eighth Prince's hand circled the inn.
He included Yan Xiyun, who was asking Hong Ya for peanuts.
"Brother, are you saying that I need to join too?" Yan Xiyun asked curiously.
"Hong Ya needs too?" The youth was also curious.
"One of them represents the Qilin Race, while the other represents the Heavenly Feather Phoenix Race?"
