Once the arenas had been set up.
The rules were simple: being knocked out of an arena meant failure.
Moreover, as time passed, the space within each arena would gradually shrink, eventually freezing into a small circle that could hold only one person. The Four-Sided Arenas would then merge together.
That made a fierce battle inevitable.
And it would not be one-on-one. One could fight many, and many could gang up on one.
There were no restrictions to a single path.
After Elder Song Wen finished speaking, the many disciples who wished to participate once again surged into the arenas like fish leaping into the sea, each scrambling to be first.
Of course, Lu Qing also saw some disciples remaining on their cloud couches, while others left them and did not continue watching the matches. After all, whether they wanted to participate or not was beyond their control—those whose cultivation was too low, who had only just entered the Purple Mansion Realm, had no hope at all.
The three elders were not on the cloud couches. Lu Qing felt that they had likely concealed themselves somewhere in secret, watching the arena battles.
Though it was also possible that, in the eyes of the three elders, these fights were nothing but chicks pecking at one another, not worth watching. Yet they could not let the disciples see that plainly, so they simply hid themselves.
Lu Qing did not leave at once. Instead, he first raised his head to look at the sun, then silently calculated the timing in his heart.
Strolling through Little Cloud Dojo in the afternoon—both the time and place were important.
Lu Qing did not hold overly high hopes. After all, this was a Calming Hexagram, not some auspicious divination.
He found the right time: when the noonday