The weather was rather gloomy today.
With the air slightly chilly, wisps of white mist even drifted through the sky.
Thick black clouds hung overhead, as though a heavy rain would fall in the coming days.
Yet because the Three Great Sects had arrived together under the banner of fellowship and exchange, the Seven Stars Sect's upper ranks were in an even worse mood than the weather.
Qin Shaofeng and the other two had not arrived earliest, but neither were they late.
By the time they arrived, Fan Yuze and his two companions had long since come and immediately led them to the best seats.
These were the seats in the first row of the resting room.
When they did not need to fight themselves, they could get an excellent view of the battles on the arena.
Fan Yuze's status was extraordinary. Securing the first-row seats was clearly no difficult task for him.
Yet the people seated behind them were no simple characters either.
Dong Yaoguang and his fellow disciples sat directly behind the three of them, while seated behind Fan Yuze was none other than Tian Yinuo of the Yu Heng lineage.
This Senior Brother Tian Yinuo truly possessed an immensely powerful presence.
Although his cultivation was not the strongest among those present, he carried himself as though he alone were the number one under heaven. Even Dong Yaoguang, seated beside him, occasionally turned to look at him with a frown.
Besides them, people from two other lineages had also arrived.
The Tian Ji lineage.
Just like yesterday, the disciples of this lineage all seemed like decrepit old men in their seventies and eighties, one foot already in the grave. They possessed no desire to compete at all. Though there were many vacant seats in the front rows that