The Long Forgotten Sun Shooting Bow

"It's alright." Duan Ling Tian shook his head. He could see that Liu Yun meant no harm.

"100,000 Contribution Points…" However, the instant he recalled how Liu Yun had bet 100,000 Contribution Points on him, he could not help but narrow his eyes. Then, his eyes brightened as though he was hit by a pang of realization.

"Senior Brother Liu Mu, go look for Senior Brother Liu Yun first. There's something urgent, and I have to look for Elder Nie Zui!" Duan Ling Tian hurriedly said to Liu Mu with an apologetic smile before he flew toward the custodian of the Palace of Death, Nie Zui, and blocked his path just as he was about to head to the Death Arena to preside over the Death Duel.

"Is there a problem?" Nie Zui came to a halt with a slight frown on his face when he saw Duan Ling Tian blocking his path.

At the same time, every Saint Land disciple present on the scene, including Liu Mu, shifted their attention to Duan Ling Tian.