Several hours later.
Late at night, beneath the pale moonlight.
Inside the highest-positioned room on the [Ice Erosion Cold Boat].
As Su Qingyue drank the fragrant, steaming hot tea in her cup, she leisurely spoke softly to Ling Wuyuan, who stood not far in front of her:
"As for this [Yuting Martial Arts Tournament], the heads of the various factions have already discussed and established the general rules for the entire competition."
"Would you like to hear them in advance?"
Her attitude was exceedingly casual.
Ling Wuyuan's attitude was equally casual.
"Whatever."
"I'll win regardless."
Those utterly casual words contained absolute confidence.
Hearing that, Su Qingyue could not help but smile faintly.
"In that case, I won't tell you in advance."
"Consider it my way of preserving a little anticipation for you."
"Oh, right."
"Since there are simply too many registrants, Tianji City has decided to extend registration by three days. In other words, the start of the tournament will be postponed by three days and begin six days from now. During that time, you may arrange your own schedule as you please."
As she spoke.
Her mind recalled how certain factions had previously proposed treating the contestants from the various hegemonic factions as seeded competitors, allowing them to skip the preliminary rounds and proceed directly to the main competition.
However.
That proposal had ultimately been rejected on the spot by everyone present, including Su Qingyue.
The reason was simple.
Everyone had great confidence in their own faction's contestants. They all felt there was no need to take such a trivial advantage and that they could fight their way to the end more openly and honorably.
At the root of it all.
In this world.
Every powerhouse possessed, more or less, a pride of their own.
Indeed.
The more so