The selection tournament had reached the drawing of lots. Standing below the arena, Qin Yuan was filled with emotion.
Six years ago, he had been nothing more than a commoner Soul Master. Had he been given a chance to become a Core Disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect, he might have seized it.
Unfortunately, times had changed, and so had his thinking.
Qin Yuan's goal was not to truly join the Holy Dragon Sect. He had no need to show off, much less take first place and receive an audience with Tuoba Xi. Thus, during the matches, he did his best to appear mediocre and avoid drawing attention.
To demonstrate his regard for the Outer Sect Disciples, Tuoba Xi, the Holy Dragon Sect's master, attended the tournament in person.
With so many people present and Qin Yuan dressed like an ordinary passerby, he was indeed easy to overlook.
Tuoba Xi's arrival stirred waves of excitement through the spectators. As the founder of Holy Dragon City, his prestige here far surpassed that of the Star Luo Emperor.
Tuoba Xi lowered his hands in a calming gesture. His deep voice carried across the grounds. "People of Holy Dragon City, please watch quietly and do not disrupt the selection tournament."
The crowd gradually fell silent, leaving only the referee's voice calling contestants onto the stage.
Satisfied, Tuoba Xi settled back into his chair, his gaze fixed on the arena as though searching for promising talent.
Most of those participating in the selection tournament were around forty. Though Qin Yuan jokingly called himself an "old man," he was relatively young among the contestants.
After all, Soul Masters were in their prime between thirty and fifty. At that age, they had mature social experience and well-developed fighting styles. Once recruited by a major faction, they