After Yelü Nanxian finished speaking, the preliminary rounds for the group stage quickly began. With limited space, it was impossible for so many people to compete at once, so they had to go in sequence.
Song Qingshu had been placed in one of the later batches, while Xue Pan, the Lu brothers, and the others were scheduled around the middle. Hulagu Khan and Xiao Feng were among the first to appear. The organizers clearly understood what everyone wanted to see: the star contestants were naturally given priority. As for all the lesser nobodies, they had to wait until later. Xue Pan and the others were indignant about this, but Song Qingshu did not mind. The later he appeared, the less attention he would draw, reducing the risk of his identity being exposed.
Suddenly, a commotion arose at the entrance to the training ground, drawing everyone's attention in that direction.
A young man in lavish Mongol attire strode in boldly, followed by a crowd of Mongol warriors. His entourage and bearing were in no way inferior to Hulagu Khan's.
When Song Qingshu saw the man's face, his heart jolted. Why was he here?
The newcomer was none other than Wang Baobao, heir apparent to Prince Ruyang's Mansion and Zhao Min's older brother. Behind him followed the Xuanming Elders, experts from the Vajra Gate Sect, and other familiar faces.
Song Qingshu carefully examined every person in Wang Baobao's party, only to discover in disappointment that Zhao Min was not among them.
"Hold on!" Wang Baobao's voice rang out loudly, and the previously noisy training ground immediately fell silent.
Hulagu Khan frowned. "Wang Baobao, what are you doing here?"
Wang Baobao and his group found a spot, drove away its original occupants, and sat down grandly. "I have long heard that Western Xia's