"Are you going to compete yourself?"
Xu Tianran leaned against the window, holding a cup of hot tea. His brows were tightly knitted, and his face was full of disbelief.
"Mm."
Xu Yanli lounged against a sturdy branch of the osmanthus tree, one long leg dangling and swinging carelessly. He held a jug of wine and tipped his head back to take a big swig.
The bright moonlight fell gently over him, casting a pale silver sheen across his moon-white brocade robe. He didn't look like a Limit Douluo in the slightest. He looked every bit like a young nobleman who had snuck out of the Prince's Mansion to have some fun.
"But you're already a Limit Douluo!"
Xu Tianran rarely let out a curse. He set his teacup down hard on the windowsill, his voice full of helplessness and disbelief.
Xu Yanli turned his head to look at him, a teasing smile curling his lips, amusement in his eyes. "What rule says a Limit Douluo can't compete?"
Xu Tianran opened his mouth, but for a long moment, he couldn't come up with a single word in reply.
There wasn't one.
The rules of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament hadn't changed in hundreds of years. There were only three strict requirements: participants had to be under twenty, belong to a recognized academy or sect, and refrain from using super-tier Soul Tools.
As for a limit on cultivation? The rules didn't mention it at all.
After all, no one in history had ever dared to imagine that someone under twenty could become a Limit Douluo.
"But this is just too unfair to everyone else." Xu Tianran rubbed his aching brow and sighed helplessly.
"I meet the age requirement, and my status is aboveboard. Why shouldn't I be