"Of course, if there are no experts recruited from outside by the faction you cultivated, that works too. After all, they are part of your own connections."
"Only ten people from each branch are allowed to fight."
Once that immensely majestic voice fell silent, cries and shouts rose one after another, and the Grand Competition officially began.
The first round was drawing lots. The six branches would face one another; whichever branch you drew was the one you would fight, under an elimination format.
Elimination would continue until the only branch left standing on the Arena stage became the final winner.
Ye Lin turned around to look into the distance, then glanced back at his own side, a trace of confusion flashing through his eyes.
The other six branches were packed with people, their atmospheres bustling and lively, while the Third Branch had only the three of them.
Wasn't this a little odd? The Wang Family had six branches, each traced back to one of the six sons of the Wang Family's greatest ancestor. Each son had led and multiplied his own branch.
No matter what, the Third Branch could not possibly have only Wang Tian alone, could it?
"Fellow Daoist, stop looking. My cultivation hasn't been revealed yet. I used to be a good-for-nothing, so it's normal that no one came to support me now that I'm participating in the Grand Competition."
"And my father and grandfather still don't know that I'm competing."
Seeing Ye Lin's eyes searching everywhere, Wang Tian spoke softly, his face full of embarrassment.
After all, ten thousand years ago, he had been a universally acknowledged good-for-nothing. In those people's eyes, his participation in the family head Grand Competition was simply an embarrassment. It was only natural that no one had come, while some others