A gust of wind swept up the leaves on the ground, kicking up a whirlwind.
A deafening voice once again echoed through the Training Realm.
"All the Trial Gold Medals in the Trial Realm have now been claimed. A reminder: to enter the second round, you must possess a Trial Gold Medal."
It was Nan Ying who finally broke the silence.
"Forget it. Let's go find the medals. We can't waste any more time here."
The tension gradually eased at Nan Ying's words.
They prepared to leave.
As the two groups were about to part ways, Liu Mei shot a mocking glance at Lin Moyu and silently mouthed a word.
"Trash."
With that, Liu Mei turned and followed her team away.
Lin Moyu stood holding her umbrella, the gentle smile on her face long gone.
She watched Liu Mei's retreating figure from afar, her thoughts a mystery.
In the Trial Realm, both the weather and terrain were liable to change at any moment.
