A raised platform stood built, and water beasts fought upon it.
Jiang Yang was enjoying spirit honey with Yun Zhen, chatting and laughing, when he suddenly heard a commotion behind him.
Only when he turned did he realize that, at some point, the great curtain in the side hall had been drawn back, revealing the many True Persons in the main hall. Of course, the most eye-catching sight was the pair of differently shaped Monsters locked in a ferocious fight at its center.
Those drinking and watching the dancers on this side looked up. Such a spectacle was rare, and all found it novel.
"What is this?"
Jiang Yang gave a soft murmur of surprise at the scene before him, puzzlement in his eyes.
Yun Zhen was holding her jar and eating with relish. She was just about to speak when the Dragon Prince in the seat of honor parted crimson lips and said mildly:
"Nothing more than a wrestling match to amuse us..."
"Monster banquets are generally like this. You humans naturally see them less often."
Where immortal cultivators stopped their contests short of injury, fights between Monsters were far more primal: they would not stop until blood was drawn. It was not necessarily about deciding a winner; most of the time, they merely sought to please the dignitaries seated above.
"I see. Thank you for explaining, Dragon Scion."
Jiang Yang promptly cupped his hands toward the seat of honor in thanks, understanding dawning within him. It seemed that, human or monster, enjoying cricket fights was part of one's nature.
The Dragon Prince merely shook their head and replied:
"Think nothing of it."
The fighting in the arena was merciless, the two monsters colliding again and again. Jiang Yang studied them closely. One had a pale, beardless face with