Even with the True Monarch status, Dry Wood True Monarch's heart was churning at this moment.
He looked towards Qi Yuan, intending to say something.
However, Qi Yuan simply walked away.
Dry Wood True Monarch sat down, his hand touching the purple incense wood chair. Trace scents of red dust arose from it, hinting at some unfathomable contemplation.
Outside of Shenguang Sect, Qi Yuan was once again fiddling with his knife.
"A Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object of the first grade... the Golden Flower Fruit. I'm somewhat tempted," Qi Yuan admitted.
The price of Foundation Establishment Spiritual Objects was on the higher end.
"But, to win it in the Foundation Establishment Conference, I have to defeat disciples from other Sects... Sounds like a big hassle," he thought.
When he thought about the competition, Qi Yuan found it tiresome. He would rather play video games, which he felt, genuinely improved his abilities.
