"The grand martial event held once every three years—who knew how many would rise because of it, become famous across the land, and rake in riches by the basinful? And who knew how many would leave the stage in gloom, dragging the sects and powers behind them into obscurity?"
On the upper floor of the Martial Arts Association headquarters, a slight, middle-aged man in a long robe stood before the window. Looking down at the martial arts experts gathered from all across Jiangzhou, he could not help but sigh.
"Enough, Liu Tiandao. Stop sighing there and continue discussing the allocation of slots."
Behind him was a brightly furnished conference room.
Six people were currently seated within, apparently discussing something.
The speaker was none other than Qiu Chufeng, the old sect master of the Lihuo Sect and a recognized Martial Saint.
"We of the Lihuo Sect need not compete for the adult division rankings, but first place in the youth division must go to Jiang Zhenhai of the Lihuo Sect."
Qiu Chufeng said.
Yet clearly, the people in the room did not take his status as a Martial Saint too seriously.
As figures standing at the very pinnacle of Jiangzhou's Martial World, these days...
Who among them was not a Martial Saint?
"Jiang Zhenhai wants first place? Did he ask my Guiyun Martial Arts School?"
Shu Shaoyan said blandly, "Jiang Zhenhai is known for his Dragon Fist, while Zhou Yuanfei of my Guiyun Martial Arts School cultivates Dragon Slayer Sword Arts. Are you planning to pit his fists against my Guiyun Martial Arts School?"
"This year, our Xuanji Sect will not contend for the youth division. But first place in the adult division belongs to me, Zhao Shenyan."
Another man spoke.
Compared to the others, he was clearly in his prime,