For Fang Zheng, he would not have to wait long to meet Ye Wang. In fact, they would be meeting very soon.
Just like now.
Looking at the bustling Yokochaya Base before him, Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and revealed a cold sneer. This was the gathering place for everyone who had advanced to the main tournament of the Psychic Battle, but...
"This really looks like some sort of festival."
Lestia looked around and sighed, while Esther silently nodded as well. Just as they had said, the entire base was currently decorated with lanterns and streamers, looking as if a festival were underway. What was more, the priests of the Pachi tribe were even... working as vendors.
"...What are you doing, Mr. Shiba?"
Seeing one of the Ten Priests hawking takoyaki right in front of him, Fang Zheng was left utterly speechless. The reason he knew this man was simple: Shiba had suddenly come to see him before, saying that Krom, the priest originally assigned to him, had been killed, and that Shiba would be taking over. Fang Zheng had not particularly cared about that.
But... as the organizers of the Psychic Battle, wasn't this a little too cheap?
"Hahaha, we're raising operating funds for the Psychic Battle."
Hearing Fang Zheng's question, Shiba smiled awkwardly.
"The Pachi tribe has it tough too, after all."
"..."
Impressive. Raising funds by selling takoyaki—this was the first time he had seen an organizer this poor.
In plenty of modern urban cultivation webnovels, there were all sorts of grand competitions and tournaments. Usually, the organizers were rolling in money or had close ties with the upper echelons. If someone wrote an organizer so poor that it had to raise money by running a street stall, the readers would curse them to death.
"...Want