The red sun rose, and white clouds drifted.
On the one hand, Fang Yang was absorbing Primordial Qi from Yuan Stones to replenish the True Essence in his True Essence Sea.
On the other hand, Fang Yang was awaiting the distribution of the champion's reward.
In this grand military tournament, the champion of each realm would be awarded twenty great merits.
Minor merits were easy to come by, but great merits were hard-earned.
The value of a single great merit couldn't be measured by Yuan Stones alone.
A Silver Tribe putting forth all its effort to complete a large-scale mission would only be rewarded with two or three great merits.
And now, Fang Yang could obtain twenty great merits simply for his position as champion.
It was clear just how generous this reward was.
But Fang Yang wasn't just looking forward to the twenty great merits.
What he was waiting for was the supreme fortune slip!
