Although the Hundred Heroes Gathering was a carnival, it was ultimately one far too removed from the masses of ordinary players.
Compared to the World's Greatest Black Wind Martial Arts Tournament Jiang Dali had held in the past, it had reached greater heights, but it still was not down-to-earth enough.
Thus, once the final Hundred Heroes had been decided and the grand event came to an end, the players' attention quickly shifted elsewhere. Only the many natives who had gathered in the Sacred Dynasty to watch the event still lingered in Daylight City, discussing over tea and meals the several formidable dark horses that had emerged from the Vassal States.
At the same time, another grand event concerning the most powerful and influential group of people in the entire world—the Human Emperor's Treasury—was about to begin. Yet to the overwhelming majority, this event was a secret they were not even qualified to encounter or hear about.
A long breeze brushed against his face. With his hands behind his back, Jiang Dali stood tall atop the grandest tavern on Daylight City's Heavenly Street, the Sun Moon Tower, looking down upon this great metropolis glowing brilliantly in every direction, dense with vital energy and saturated with the power of Heaven and Earth.
Behind him stood the most stunning dark horse of this Hundred Heroes Gathering—Dongfang Bubai. She gazed into the distant sky, then said leisurely in a supple, pleasant, magnetic voice like ice sand scattering across paper, "Does looking down from here make you feel different from when you were in the Vassal States?"
Jiang Dali did not turn around. Smiling, he said, "My mood rarely changes much just because I am in a different place, unless that place has a friend I can truly connect with. Do you know why I