Among the many people in the Tournament Grounds, there were some with quick minds and sharp eyes. One after another, they noticed where Shi Chun had changed course toward. Word spread from ten to a hundred, and the entire Tournament Grounds gradually erupted with excitement.
Was Shi Chun going to credit those insect core crystals to Life Continent?
As a member of Life Continent's contingent, where else could he credit them?
Yet the chain of events simply made no sense. Leaving everything else aside, would all those people from Mystic Continent just stand by and watch Life Continent natives carry the insect core crystals away?
Every theory had glaring holes, leaving everyone, from top to bottom, unable to figure out what was happening. They could only wait for the final outcome.
Mount Wukang's Bian Jixiong, Elder Ke, and Elder Yin kept exchanging glances. People around them also kept approaching with questions, but the problem was that they had no idea what was going on. They genuinely knew nothing.
The only thing they could tell was that those two wayward disciples were now flying around on the Magical Treasure Wind Scales. There was no need to question where the Magical Treasure had come from; they simply did not know which faction it had been stolen from. Hopefully, the dead could bear no witness. After all, that fellow dared to kill anyone.
It was already late at night. Normally, many spectators would have left the Tournament Grounds by this hour, especially the distinguished guests, most of whom only came during peak hours to get a general sense of how things were going. This time, however, hardly anyone had left.
Even the noblewomen dressed as dazzlingly as flowers, whether they found it incomprehensible or uninteresting, had stayed because certain important figures were present.