Wang Ye and Wen Rou stood in the golden palace.
The golden guards outside the door had all been knocked down.
This time, there was no golden light to help them recover their energy, repair their broken limbs, and stand up again.
"It's too little," Wen Rou said to Wang Ye.
In the palace, there were only seven primordial beads.
"It's already quite a lot," Wang Ye said. "It's not easy to obtain primordial beads. You can only get one with 100 million points. Look at the rankings. At this stage, you can rank third with four primordial beads."
"Thank you," Wen Rou said.
Although she declined, Wang Ye still gave her four and only took three.
"One or two isn't very useful to me." Wang Ye smiled. "It hasn't even been a cosmic year since the competition started. We've more or less understood the difficulty of the lands of opportunity. If things go on like this, the top 100 rankings should be consolidated halfway through."
