"What quota? What quota? What are you talking about?"
Zhou Qing had a vague sense that something was wrong.
The old man in hemp clothes sent him a voice transmission. "Damn that Xu fellow. He's a born profiteer, a bloodsucking leech! Guess what he did? He actually shut the mountain gate and started selling seats to watch the fights. Have you ever heard of anyone so shameless?"
Zhou Qing gaped. "He—he isn't afraid..." Suddenly, he spotted the flags fluttering in midair and let out a heavy sigh. "Old Zhang, if that's the case, why are we giving him our support? Don't think I don't know he's only doing all this to make a name for himself. If none of us support him, if nobody watches this spectacle, let's see how he carries on. Damn it, a man's heart is never satisfied; he'll swallow an elephant if he can!"
By now, Xu Yi's past was widely known throughout Huaixi Prefecture. There were no shortage of clever cultivators, and they immediately saw through the reason Xu Yi had set up the arena. Word spread, and everyone learned what Xu Yi had in mind.
The old man in hemp clothes laughed in spite of himself. "Easy to say. Look at this crush of people—every one of them wishes the others would leave so they could squeeze in. Is there even one person here thinking the way you do, Old Zhou? Heh. When it comes to matters like this, people can never get on the same page. Just let Xu wield his knife."
Zhou Qing fell silent. He had experienced it firsthand yesterday. He'd been through who knew how many squabbles trying to find a good spot to watch from.
And the crowd arriving today was several times larger than yesterday's. If they all