Chi Rang, the Mystic Continent Regional Lord, stared at the scene in the projection, his expression somewhat twisted. Glancing at Wei Mo's reaction, one corner of his mouth twitched repeatedly. After holding back for a while, he finally spoke. "How exactly were the entrants checked? How did someone with initial martial cultivation end up among these two combatants?"
He named neither of them, but everyone who knew the situation knew whom he meant.
Wei Mo turned at his voice and said reassuringly, "Initial martial and advanced martial are only a step apart. They've had two or three months. Isn't it perfectly normal to break through during that time?"
Many things took on an entirely different flavor when someone spoke up on your behalf.
Chi Rang could not be bothered with him, looking as though he had not been speaking to him in the first place. He turned to glare at the steward of the stands and snapped, "What's going on with this projection? So many sects are lined up waiting to see how their disciples are doing, and so many people are burning with anxiety. Why are you showing only this one group? Go ask Yang Wu which sect he's playing favorites for."
Caught by this disaster out of nowhere, the steward broke into a slight sweat. He thought, You certainly act magnanimous in front of ordinary people.
But what could he do? He immediately turned and trotted off to carry out the order.
"Heh." One Regional Lord could not help chuckling. He turned to another Regional Lord beside him, who had never attended before, and quietly explained how Chi Rang had monopolized the projection earlier, provoking everyone's displeasure.
Someone sighed with feeling. "Ah, Brother Chi is so upright. Admirable."
Wei Mo released his hands and sat down again. "I