Rest Area
The wandering martial artists around him often sized each other up as they ate, weighing their competitors. Some gazes fell upon Bo Yan as well, but whether wary or probing, he did not care in the least.
"They're all a bunch of weaklings!"
Bo Yan had deliberately concealed some of his strength in this tournament. After one round, he had formed an impression of these wandering martial artists. Apart from a few people dispatched by the various princes' residences, there were only one or two genuine folk masters.
To him, the other wandering martial artists were nothing but a rabble, not worth his attention.
Thinking about it, even if the powerful and noble looked down on wandering martial artists, if there were truly capable masters among the common folk, they would still recruit one or two. How much real gold could there be among those no one had even bothered to recruit?
"No one is a match for me." Bo Yan thought, "Once I enter Prince Dai's Residence, I'll ask her. Before, she refused and said she had her reasons. Why has she gone to Prince Dai's Residence now? What happened to those reasons?"
"Could it be that she is merely a woman who covets vanity and wealth?"
Imperial Feather Guards Camp · Entrance
Even now, people continued to arrive. Some had not known about it before and had only just heard, so they came to watch the excitement. Others had been occupied that morning and only found the time now. There were fewer people than in the morning, but a long queue had still formed at the entrance.
Fortunately, after a morning of "training," the guards at the gate had long been tempered by the task. Even with another hundred-odd people in line, they simply collected the