Equality Is the Order of the Day-It's Perfectly Fair for Me to Spar with a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!

A full sixty years passed in the blink of an eye.

The affairs of the world were like drifting clouds, vanishing in an instant.

Time could wash away everything; even the deepest marks could hardly withstand its erosion.

"Congratulations to contestant Qi Yuan for once again defending his Martial Arts Tournament championship!"

A clear voice rang out. Qi Yuan looked calmly at the ninety-year-old grandpa lying on the ground before him.

"Young man, not bad. You're a notch stronger than last year!"

A helpless smile appeared on the old man's face. "Sigh, I lost again."

"It's fine. Though defeated, you emerged with honor. You're the runner-up, aren't you?" Qi Yuan respected the elderly and cherished the young, so he comforted the old man.

"There are only two contestants. What use is being runner-up?" the old man said unhappily. "How has this Martial Arts Tournament not gone bankrupt yet? That really is strange."

As the old man spoke, he swept his gaze over the arena.

Well, the arena was huge, but somewhat dilapidated.

Although the Martial Arts Tournament had not been especially popular when he was young, it could at least fill half the seats.

Sometimes, if the organizers were willing to spend money, they would even hire fake spectators to bolster the atmosphere.

But now... there was not a single spectator.

No, that was not right. There was still one.

In the stands, a beautiful young girl waved a glow stick, her face brimming with excitement.

"So strong! Another championship!"

"Qi Yuan, you're amazing!"

"This young lady is your fan!"

That was right. This sole spectator was Canary, who had followed Qi Yuan in going crazy.

Every competition, she served as Qi Yuan's cheerleader, fan, and family member, waving and beating drums to cheer him on.

Hearing this, the ninety-year-old