Yang Ling and the others appeared on a platform that stretched almost as far as the eye could see.
The platform was circular, and Yang Ling estimated its diameter at no less than ten kilometers.
Thick gray mist formed a boundary around its edges, seemingly telling players they could not pass.
Above the gray mist, densely packed spectator stands encircled the platform, already filled to capacity.
"So many people. Are they real?"
One Top 100 Player exclaimed, a hint of excitement and apprehension in his eyes.
Lin Caiyi and the others were doing the same, looking around at the packed stands. Quite a few players even felt suffocated by the sight.
"They probably aren't real. There aren't this many players from Zhao State competing in the Martial Way Tournament. After all, the entry requirement is Ninth Rank."
Qi Kai spoke.
Many players immediately breathed a sigh of relief at his words.
So they were just a virtual crowd to set the mood. That was fine, then.
"I see Teacher Zhang."
Yang Ling suddenly spoke. His gaze had already locked onto Zhang Shendao.
"Where is Teacher Zhang?"
Lin Caiyi and the others gathered around, staring in the direction Yang Ling pointed for a long time. Even when their eyes grew sore, they still could not see Zhang Shendao.
"No good. Their faces are too blurry. We can't make them out at this distance..."
One player rubbed his eyes. His attributes already far surpassed those of ordinary people, but picking out one person's facial features at this distance, amid so many people, was truly difficult.
"I see him. It really is Teacher Zhang!"
Lin Caiyi suddenly said, "He's waving at us. He knows we've seen him, too."
Qin Mo and the others had attributes several levels above those of Zhao State's other