As the sun slanted westward, its golden afterglow spilled across the streets and alleys of Spirit Seeking Prefecture. The crowds that should have dispersed as night fell instead surged toward the arena once more, their discussions even more fervent than during the day.
Some people carried ladders, some stood on stools, and even the rooftops and trees around the arena were packed with people. No one knew who had spread the news that the major clans would be bringing their grandmasters to the arena, but everyone wanted to witness this rare spectacle with their own eyes.
"Make way! Please make way!" A teahouse owner squeezed through the crowd, his forehead drenched in sweat.
Two attendants followed behind him, carrying an Eight Immortals Table. After great difficulty, they squeezed beneath a small building beside the arena. The owner repeatedly cupped his hands toward the residents upstairs. "Brother Wang, lend me your rooftop! I'll pay three times the price!"
A resident poked his head out and saw the sea of people below. Knowing this was a rare business opportunity, he immediately nodded. "Fine! Hurry up!" Gritting his teeth, the owner climbed onto the roof with his attendants. The moment he found his footing, he could not help drawing in a sharp breath. As far as the eye could see, the area around the arena was densely packed with people, a vast black mass. Those on the outskirts could not even see the arena, much less the figures ahead of them. They could only stand on tiptoe, crane their necks, and imagine the scene onstage from the descriptions of those in front.
"Why are there suddenly so many people? Could another expert be challenging Wang Yue?"
The owner muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping toward the edge of the crowd. Suddenly, his pupils