"He's cultivating his mystic skills in his room!" Leng Qingtian explained.
"Oh! Oh right, Little Lan Lan, what's the procedure for tomorrow's competition?" Leng Ruoxue called out mischievously like Icy.
"Tomorrow is the preliminary round. The winner will advance, and the loser will have another chance in an additional round," Lan Ming explained.
"Is there only one round?" Leng Ruoxue asked curiously. There are at least a hundred branches on the Boundless Heaven Continent, right? How many years would it take to compete if they hold one round a day?
"Yes, there's only one round tomorrow," Lan Ming said. Mystic competitions were very intense, and there would often be casualties. Therefore, only one round could be arranged a day to give everyone enough time to rest.
"How many people will be participating?" Leng Ruoxue asked.
