Lin Qing exchanged contact details with the woman in the qipao. Her name was Hua Yao, and for cultivators like Lin Qing whom she registered, she could be considered their agent.
This Blood Arena was not her fixed workplace. Agents generally moved between the various Blood Arenas, and even that little room from earlier was merely one she rented.
She was different from other agents. While they were keen to poach powerful fighters who had already made names for themselves, she preferred signing newcomers.
Unfortunately, the last fighter she signed had died in a blood match yesterday. She had come here to find a replacement.
The attendant had brought Lin Qing to her because she had put in a word beforehand.
As long as Hua Yao was around, Lin Qing could leave his match arrangements to her. She had now gone to arrange one for him.
Earlier, she had asked Lin Qing whether he had any requirements regarding his opponent's cultivation or number of blood matches fought. Lin Qing had answered that anyone in the eleventh tier would do.
Of course, Lin Qing could slaughter twelfth-tier opponents just as easily, but there was no need. He would keep a low profile for now.
Hua Yao currently had only Lin Qing under her management. Some agents had more than a dozen fighters, making it impossible for them to personally arrange matches for everyone.
In those cases, fighters could approach the Blood Arena staff themselves and arrange a match by showing the blood-red card from earlier.
Fighters could also change agents at any time if they felt theirs was inadequate. That was precisely why Hua Yao never signed two people at once.
She had no desire to see a fighter she had chosen get poached by someone else.
As a fighter fought