In the tavern of the Spirit Master Association, someone glanced at the television hanging from the ceiling with some confusion and said, "Why hasn't that kid been beaten out by the family scions yet?"
"Could it be that he ran away because he couldn't win?"
"Maybe, but running away won't help in the end. If you fight passively, the jade token will automatically declare you lost."
Just as people were discussing, a figure suddenly appeared under the banner. Obviously, it was a candidate who triggered the life-saving spiritual artifact and was teleported out of the secret realm. His exquisite clothing was full of scorch marks from fire, and his face was blackened with smoke, his eyes bulging with disbelief, as if unable to accept being eliminated.
Someone raised a beer, pointed at the TV with the other hand, and laughed heartily, "Look, this guy looks like a dog by the roadside."
