"Now, anything said is too late."
Yi Meng Dao's senior brother, True Monarch Chongyuan, exhaled deeply as he quickly stepped out, heading straight toward Yi Meng Dao.
For an Innate Dao Seed like Yi Meng Dao, the rewards of the Divine Power Conference only mattered if they were first place. The rewards from second to tenth could quite literally be considered negligible.
It would be better to return directly rather than wait in the Endless Sea for the next battle and face further embarrassment. What point is there in claiming second place when one does not achieve first? It held little meaning. Better to simply recuperate, restore one's condition, and come back strong once the great battle commenced.
"Go back, you don't need to worry about anything, just rest well and adjust."
True Monarch Chongyuan wanted to say some comforting words, that momentary victory or defeat was not a big deal, but thinking of his junior brother's life experiences, he ultimately held back his words.
