"It's a pity they all failed, meeting a gruesome end in the challenge. Now, look at this current batch of challengers, they're from a Small Thousand World called the Fertile Continent, and their talent and potential are far inferior to theirs!"
"To see a Master of True Destiny emerge among them is nearly impossible!"
"Not to mention, according to previous progress, challengers should have already come to our clan with the Bounty Token to accept the challenge. But no one from this batch has come yet, which shows their strength is too weak!"
The white-haired old woman smiled bitterly and said, "Indeed! Time waits for no one! If no one can become the Master of True Destiny by dawn, at most, our clan will miss out on a Holy Land Opportunity."
"But if we wait until the Holy Land entrance closes and still no one comes to take the challenge, we will lose the opportunity to find a Master of True Destiny and have to wait another thousand years for the next batch of challengers."
