"Don't worry. Before the Void Cup begins, I'll make sure to find both of you an appropriate superior-grade soulshard." Zhang Lie patted both Yang Ze and Zhou Ying on the back.

After dividing up the soulshards, the hunters of Team Zenith hurriedly left the Desert of Silence. As for Young Master Long and the others, they sensed three skulking lifeforms approaching their bodies with despair before ultimately perishing.

In the afternoon, in one of the Long clan's inns in the Godspath settlement, a red-haired youth with thick brows and large eyes frowned as he drummed his knuckles against a table.

"What's going on? Long Fei's been out for almost the entire day. Why haven't we heard back from him yet?" His face was cold.

"Young Master, your brother's rather experienced with hunting down these stray hunters by now, so I'm sure he's fine. If he hasn't returned or sent any news, I'm sure he must have his hands full enjoying the spoils from his hunt," his thin, slender companion replied casually.

"Is that so? But they've gone to the Desert of Silence this time, and...