Meanwhile, Zion, Warren, and the rest of the higher-ups within the Warriors Alliance had gathered.
The next day would be the start of the Trial. They needed to consider every minor detail as the organizers of the martial arts association. If there were any mistakes, they would be held responsible.
“President Zeigler, the Trial venue this time is at the thousands of years old underground Emperor’s Mausoleum. There might be a mother lode of magical items in there. Should the Warriors Alliance send a few men in there to secretly sneak some out?” Warren asked Zion cautiously.
Zion shook his head. “Mr. Sanders will be monitoring the venue personally, so we might get caught if we sneak some men in.”
“Then, are we just going to watch the magical items get taken away by other Sects and families?” Warren was unhappy and thought that it was such a waste.
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