Dawn broke.
To Wei Jing, last night had been like an agonizing dream.
When she woke, she saw her son sitting by the bed, smiling at her as he said:
"You've gotten lazy lately, sleeping so late. The ranking battles are about to begin, so hurry up."
"Ah, Auntie Li, come help!"
Wei Jing hurriedly climbed out of bed. To her, this was the most important matter.
Auntie Li had long since gotten everything ready for her.
She only needed to wash up. A brand-new carriage was waiting at the entrance as well.
Tickets for the Yanhuang Battlefield ranking battles were rather expensive, but Li Tianming had prepared them already.
He had bought one for Auntie Li as well, so she could look after Wei Jing.
The people Chen Sheng had arranged should be following Wei Jing. Only with powerful people protecting his mother could Li Tianming devote his energy to cultivation.
Early in the morning, Li Tianming drove the carriage to Yanhuang Academy.
By then, a sea of people had already gathered outside the academy.
As an academy disciple, Li Tianming had a small privilege: he could bring his mother to the spectator seats surrounding the Yanhuang Battlefield, where the positions were near the front, cool, and comfortable.
Looking around, the tens of thousands of seats were packed to the brim.
Those private elegant rooms had likely been arranged as well. Many powerful and influential figures of the Vermilion Bird Kingdom were now gathered within the Yanhuang Battlefield.
Ordinary people simply were not qualified to see them.
The Yanhuang Academy ranking battles naturally revolved around the academy. The guests in the elegant rooms would not interfere; they were merely there to enjoy a good show.
Apart from the audience, the young men and women below on the battlefield—those who