Time slowly slipped away, and the Festival Grounds Secret Realm, which was perfectly synchronized with the Eternal World, quietly ushered in its dusk.
The setting sun slanted westward, the daylight gradually darkening. Taking its place were the lanterns that lit up across the town-like venue, appearing to intensify the festival atmosphere.
The Lords became more and more anxious.
Even though half a day had passed, there were only a small number of lords who were confident in recruiting heroes. Aside from Kong Ming, Wuji, Ba Long, and others like Big Boss Tianyuan, not even the second-ranked Wangba dared to say he was secure.
This was because he was not satisfied with recruiting ordinary heroes.
Since Tianyuan could freely choose among the top heroes, how could he be content?
In the supply area,
