"Cece was gravely injured, and the opponent got away?" Garen sat in the highest seat of the practice hall, watching the disciples spar together with the other important delegates. When he received Quentin's call, he frowned slightly.
"The opponent is very powerful! She cannot be compared to the other two elders, Cece's Fantasy Fist Profound was broken, and she was injured in the right rib, after checking I found that there's some internal bleeding from the shock. Thank goodness I saved her in time."
"Tu Lan, was it? The other people from Wellington were dealt with?" Garen asked softly.
"All dealt with, only the Elder Tu Lan is left," Quentin replied.
"Get Cece to come back and meet me," Garen said calmly.
"Yes."
Putting down the phone, even Garen was slightly surprised. Looks like he had been careless, this last Wellington Elder was actually a true upper level Blood Breed with real power, he had intended for her to be Cece's trial run.