Ye Feng stood up.
"Sect Leader, please have some tea." Hu Feifei beside him presented the freshly brewed Spiritual Tea, which was fragrant, sweet, and lingered in the mouth delightfully.
"Hmm, Feifei's skills are getting better and better!"
Ye Feng complimented, his attention shifting toward the fourteen arenas in the distance, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
He had made up his mind.
Once the competition between the young geniuses of the two nations concluded, he would have his disciples venture out more, doing good deeds in the form of accepting missions, to increase their Prestige Points.
"Prestige Points can speed up mission progress and also strengthen the Holy Divine Form. They must always be given priority," Ye Feng thought to himself.
The acquisition of Prestige Points must not stop!
...
Above Whitefloat City.
"Let me join in too!"
