First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

Even so, Yi tapped the monkey on the head three more times: "Looks like you've sneaked down the mountain quite a few times! So, what about the punishment..."

"Don't punish Master!" Wukong screamed, clutching his head. "I know I was wrong!"

"Hmm. Then your punishment is... continue being friends with that child." Yi smiled and stroked his beard.

"Huh?" The monkey was taken aback, then beamed with joy. "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Ato, who was standing nearby, frowned slightly when he heard the conversation between the master and his apprentice.

"Why does this sound so familiar... a mother and child being ostracized, a child being discriminated against... Holy crap! Sett!"

In the past, with such obvious information, Ator would have immediately thought of the relevant hero.

But recently, with so many things piling up—Belvis, the Scarecrow, and Zolani—he's become quite sluggish.

Yi noticed Atuo's reaction and asked curiously, "What's wrong, Master Atuo? Is there something wrong with that child?"

"No, no problem... By the way, Wukong, can I see that child?"

"What do you want to do?"

“Don’t worry, since the child’s father is Noxian, I have a way to help him find his father.”

The monkey's eyes widened, and it somersaulted several times to appear in front of Ator: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, I have connections in Noxus. If I can't find them, then no one in the world can."

"Hmm... alright! I'll take you to see him! But we'd better wait until tonight. I couldn't find him when I came down the mountain earlier. That kid usually only comes out at night."

Ato glanced at the sky; it was still afternoon. As for why Sett was out at night, it was easy to figure out with a little thought.

He was going to the underground arena to watch a fight match.

During the day, under her mother's care, little Seti has little freedom to move around outside.

"Master Yi, could we borrow a small area of ​​your sect to draw a teleportation array?"

"The kind that can instantly transport you from the desert back to Noxus?" Yi Wei nodded slightly. Only by personally trying out a fixed teleportation array could she truly appreciate its convenience.

It saved Master Yi at least a week to get back to his sect.

“Okay, come with me to the back mountain. It’s still well-preserved there, and I can make room for a meditation room.”

The group arrived at the misty back mountain. Jax casually found a pavilion, lay down in a relaxed posture, and stretched.

"Although I didn't do anything, I still appreciate your hard work. I'm sorry, Master Yi, I wanted to help you, but I ended up not being able to do anything."

"I already understand the master's intentions; there's no need for friends to dwell on things too much." Yi felt indifferent.

"It's nice to meet you all!" Jax waved to them. "You're leaving soon, aren't you? Don't worry about me, there are still many strong opponents in Ionia that we haven't challenged yet."

"After another round of challenges, I will return to Shurima and continue to help the Emperor cleanse the Void."

Riven smiled and said, "It's time to part again, but this time, I don't feel sad at all."

"Hahaha! Because we'll meet again! You two are pretty good guys, so don't die easily!"

After saying goodbye to Jax, the two followed Yi to the foot of a mountain, where a classical building stood. It looked fairly clean, suggesting that it was regularly maintained.

Pushing open the door, I found that there was not much furniture or household items inside, just a few cushions.

“Right here.” Ato, holding the Darkin Staff, began to draw a fixed teleportation circle under Balkux’s guidance.

By the time the drawing was finished, the sun had already set. Tonight, Ato will go with Goku to see Little Sett.

Passing by the pavilion where Jax was resting, he was already sprawled out in a "spread-eagle" position, snoring loudly.

Arriving at the ruins of the front yard, Wukong was waiting there, along with other disciples who looked bewildered.

On the way down the mountain, Atto asked curiously, "Where did you meet little Seti?"

"Hehe, I wouldn't say I met him, but he's too famous," Wukong explained. "Western gladiatorial arenas have also opened at the foot of Wuji Mountain. I, Old Sun, had never seen one before, so I went to join the fun."

“That kid goes to watch boxing every night, and because he’s so young, all the spectators recognize him!”

Ato pondered for a moment, then realized something was amiss: "If that's the case, wouldn't his mother easily find out that he sneaked out in the middle of the night?"

"You don't know this!" the monkey chuckled. "After the war, the lives of the Ionians were divided into two worlds!"

"One world remains the same as before, maintaining its original way of life; the other world is influenced by Westerners, and there is no overlap between these two worlds!"

Ato became interested: "So, Monkey King, which world do you belong to?"

"Me? Hehe, I probably have a little bit of both... Don't tell my master!"

The journey down the mountain passed in casual conversation. Wukong led Atuo and Riven through the village, winding and turning until they finally arrived at an ordinary-looking house.

From the outside, this place looks no different from any other house, and there aren't even any burly guards at the entrance.

Crunch!

Wukong pushed open the old wooden door, and a burly man sat in front of a square table; he was a Noxian.

He looked up at Wukong and said, "It's you again, you monkey. I tell you to go up on stage and compete, but you won't. Is it fun to just be a spectator every day?"

"Hehe, this is a precept of my sect: no pointless fighting!"

"Shut up! I get a headache every time I hear your high-sounding theories. The entrance is the same old place, you can all go now."

As for Ator and Riven, the burly man only glanced at them briefly before losing interest; it wasn't surprising that newcomers were coming.

Wukong went to a corner of the room, lifted a wooden board, and revealed a staircase leading to the underground.

The moment the wooden plank was lifted, Ato heard a commotion coming from below.

"This is it, let's go."

After descending about three floors, a strong smell of sweat wafted over, causing Riven to frown involuntarily.

Even during the toughest days in the military camp, soldiers have the opportunity to shower every day, and their superiors pay close attention to military hygiene.

Pulling open the final iron gate, the space here was larger than Ato had imagined, comparable to a medium-sized theater.

The cheers seemed to materialize as Ionians, Noxians, and Vastaya, men and women, numbering about two hundred, were scattered in front of the two fighting rings, shouting their approval.

There were too many people around and the environment was too noisy, so Ator couldn't find Sett immediately.

"Oh, a new face, and a rare white-haired beauty at that." A large hand landed on Riven's shoulder.

Riven turned around, and when the man saw her face clearly, he instantly took several steps back, his face turning deathly pale.

"Valkyrie...!"