According to the plan of the four major factions including the Eight Extremes Sect, there should be four "playthings" entering the island, with each faction holding one quota. Success or failure hinged upon this single effort. Yet the cultivators stirring up a racket over on the Chunyang Sect's side probably felt the situation lacked excitement and wanted to muddy the waters further, demanding to field a creature of their own making, thus staging this little farce.
Yu Ci did not pay it much mind. He could easily guess that since the Eight Extremes Sect and the others dared to hold a wager with such profound implications that verged on a child's game, their control over the scene was beyond question. A mere trifle of a disturbance would be resolved swiftly, and it could not whip up any real ripples.
Sure enough, before that person could shout much longer, the chaos subsided. Although the cultivators on this vessel were also chattering amongst themselves, none truly chimed in.
At that moment, likely seeing Yu Ci as far too idle, someone nearby could not contain their curiosity, sidled closer, and introduced himself: "Mr. Yu, please forgive this abrupt intrusion. I am Bai Min, running a small business in Three Ring City..."
Before he could finish, someone nearby chuckled and said, "Manager Bai, if your Suixin Pavilion is running a small business, how are wretched wretches like us supposed to go on?"
Bai Min also smiled. "I was only able to gain a foothold in Three Ring City thanks to the generous support of you friends, Daoist Lin. Even so, I am merely defending my turf; I truly dare not put on airs."
"Suixin Pavilion?"
Yu Ci was still somewhat surprised. One had to know that the surname "Bai" was one of the three