After spending several days together, Shen Yi increasingly felt that Fu Gan did not resemble a monk in the slightest. Whether he had completely let himself go or attained profound enlightenment, he had undergone earth-shaking changes since their encounter in Shengjing. Only when the Princess Consort he had rescued was mentioned did a different sort of emotion fill his eyes.
Could I really have guessed wrong? Shen Yi could not help doubting his own judgment.
Today was the day of the sect tournament, yet the air everywhere was thick with killing intent, as though some great event were about to unfold. Tension hung over the city.
Even so, it could not dampen the passion of the city's people. On this day, the streets were truly emptied by ten thousand households. Everyone had gathered in the plaza at the city center, hoping to witness the splendor of the various sects.
The royal family had specially forged a magical artifact arena here. Challengers only needed to pour spiritual power into the artifact, and an illusion would naturally appear upon the stage. There, combatants could fight without restraint and unleash their divine abilities to their hearts' content, with no need to fear for their lives.
"This time, none of those top sects sent anyone. The only one worth watching is Azure Cloud Sect." Shen Yi and the other two were hidden among the crowd. Their appearance was rather conspicuous, drawing strange looks from those around them from time to time. After all, a monk walking alongside two fierce, evil-looking burly men made it difficult not to imagine something.
Fu Gan nodded, his gaze fixed all along on the empty throne atop the high platform.
"It's the Qin Emperor and the Gan Emperor. Why have they come here too? Could today really be Zhou