Upon hearing Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching's words, Mr. Zhou shrugged slightly: "Then it's game over. Doesn't that mean my dreams of the Mage Association are shattered?"
"Forget it, Zhou, let's just go back and study magic; don't think too much about it," Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching said, reaching out to grab Mr. Zhou, then stepping away toward the distance.
Meanwhile, after Fang Ka returned to the lounge chair in front of the Ancient Castle, he immediately switched his viewpoint.
He checked the situation of the players currently heading to the warfront between the Sea Elf Race and the Gana Race.
This time, the players sent were six Bone Dragon players, who looked quite cool.
To his relief, these players had no apparent anomalies, and everything seemed to be going smoothly.
Seeing this, Fang Ka nodded in satisfaction and then reverted his view back, starting to meditate and cultivate.
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