"Where did you go so early in the morning?" Geng Shu asked. "We were practically starving to death, waiting for you to come back."
Old Man Quan glanced at him. "Do you even need to ask? He must have gone to check where the arena was."
Xu Tong smiled. "Come on, let's eat. My treat."
Strangely enough, after the meal, when they said they were going to the arena, Old Man Quan no longer tried to stop them. Nor was there anything unusual about his expression.
Xu Tong was thoroughly puzzled. Could it be that this fellow only objected to the nighttime arena?
Investigating Old Man Quan had now become more important than entering the arena first.
Since the so-called strongest arena did not operate during the day, they could only visit the lower-tier underground arena. Supposedly, this underground arena was also built from stone from beyond the heavens and was extremely sturdy.
There was one rule, however: no flying weapons were allowed in the underground arena, because the spectators were not separated from the fighting area.
They also had to pay a deposit of one hundred taels before entering, as a guarantee that they would not cause trouble. It would be refunded when they left; otherwise, it would be forfeited.
Xu Tong paid and led them inside. Within was a circular fighting arena surrounded by ordinary spectator seats. The VIP seats were on the second and third floors, in rooms set into the circular walls, with railings across their fronts.
"Would you like ordinary seats or VIP seats?" asked the attendant at the entrance.
Geng Shu asked first, "Is there any real difference between your ordinary seats and VIP seats?"
"Of course. In the ordinary seats, drinks and food cost extra. In the VIP seats, they're free, and you