The Mysterious Man

Yuan Tian chatted with Bull Head as he watched the arena matches, all while observing the viewing platform. Two eyes watching two directions, one mind doing three things? Wrong. Two eyes watched eleven directions, one mind did twelve things. Ten matches were happening at once, plus the viewing platform, plus talking to Bull Head—that made eleven and twelve. Watching many directions at once and dividing his mind among many tasks posed no difficulty for an expert like Yuan Tian. It was hardly some remarkable divine ability; it was nothing special.

However, after observing the viewing platform for so long, Yuan Tian found something strange. Unless there was something wrong with his eyes, there were no beauties on that platform. Wasn't Phoenix Ancestor said to be a rare beauty of the Primordial Wilderness? Why had he not seen her?

Could it be that Phoenix Ancestor had not attended this Hundred-Clan Ranking Tournament? Had those guys fooled him?

So Yuan Tian had not come for the Hundred-Clan Ranking Tournament at all. He had come to look at beauties. This fellow... honestly!

"Is Phoenix Ancestor really a beauty?" Yuan Tian was no longer quite certain of the answer, so he asked Bull Head beside him. Bull Head looked honest and simple-hearted, the sort who should not deceive him. At least, that was how Yuan Tian comforted himself.

Bull Head gave Yuan Tian an affirmative answer: Phoenix Ancestor was indeed a beauty, one of the rare beauties of the Primordial Wilderness. Hearing that, Yuan Tian was finally relieved. Whether Phoenix Ancestor was beautiful had no direct connection to him, but if she was, then at least he had something to look forward to. It proved that the Primordial Wilderness still had beauties.

Yuan Tian seemed to have forgotten one fact: every race had different