Crimson Afterglow Holy Land
編輯: Atlas Studios
Ye Yuan did not think that Yang Sen would speak up and ask him. He replied with a smile, "Rather than worry about this, may as well make the best use of this one month's time to cultivate a bit more. Everyone's strength is roughly similar. Every increase in strength is naturally an increase in chances of victory."
Yang Sen was stunned. He did not expect that Ye Yuan would actually say such words.
Thinking carefully, it seemed like it really was that case.
If the strength difference was too great, a month's time naturally did not have much use.
But these 60 people's strength clearly did not have a great disparity. Whoever won or lost, either was possible.
Under such circumstances, a month's time, one could do many things.
Ye Yuan's words made the other five people's state of mind relax considerably. But the sense of urgency rose.
If not for Yang Sen being present, they wished that they could go and enter a retreat right away.