The Spirit Fighting Tournament was not held in Danyang City, but in Pagoda Garden at the foot of Pagoda Mountain.
Of course, their party did not fly there on their own magical artifacts. Instead, they rode in a sedan chair drawn through the sky by the Nine-Headed Jiao.
As its name suggested, the Nine-Headed Jiao had nine heads. Every head looked exactly alike, but each had a different temperament. For instance, the eldest was honest and good-natured, the second had a fiery temper, the third was a sweet, innocent airhead, and the fourth was sentimental...
Ning Xiang's Fire Hou Beast, Laifu, watched the Nine-Headed Jiao riding the clouds ahead with boundless envy. Yet it dared not approach, instead pressing against Ning Xiang's leg and whimpering while she rubbed its head to soothe it.
Zhu Yu glanced at Laifu and said to Ning Xiang, "It seems your spirit beast is quite fond of my Nine-Headed Jiao."
"Hm?"
"Why not let it pull the carriage up front?"
With that, Zhu Yu conjured a rein, slipped it onto Laifu, and sent it ahead to pull the sedan chair.
Laifu glanced at the Nine-Headed Jiao beside it. Good grief-all nine heads were eyeing it like tigers sizing up prey, and several looked particularly unfriendly.
Laifu let out a tearful "awooo," took to its heels, and put as much distance as possible between itself and the Nine-Headed Jiao.
Yet that bastard Zhu Yu brazenly lied through his teeth. "Look how well they're getting along."
Seriously, picking on a spirit beast? How childish can you get?
Pagoda Garden covered an enormous area. The competition grounds formed a square within a square, with tiered spectator seating on all four sides and a central platform where the contestants would fight.
"Senior Sister Ning has been gone for days