Harlessas Hall, the giant light screen is divided into over seven hundred small blocks, providing real-time monitoring of all participating teams' activities.
Wen Dao took a sip of hot tea and lazily asked, "Have all the teams been teleported inside?"
Luo Jun, while casually filing his nails, answered nonchalantly, "Hmm, some quick ones have already collected Crystal Stones."
"Is that so, not bad."
Wen Dao held the cup handle with one hand and supported the bottom with the other, fearing it would break again. Managing to wheedle a Crystal Cup from Elder Ji was the pinnacle of his life achievements. Without exaggeration, this cup represented his verbal battles against intellectuals, a trophy meant to be taken to the grave. He couldn't let it break.
"Which team has been teleported the furthest away? Can they still compete?"
