Time slipped quietly by, and before they knew it, afternoon was approaching.
After a long exchange of whispers, Ying Ming Hao, Su Yan, and Fake Luo Bai finally bid one another farewell.
After all, tomorrow was the much-anticipated Heavenly Prodigy Tournament. If they did not rest now and build up their strength, even someone as powerful as Ying Ming Hao would struggle to compete at his best.
That was even more true for women such as Lin Zihan and Zhang Jie. Only by resting fully and restoring both body and mind could they give their all in the fierce battles ahead.
Yet from beginning to end, Ying Ming Hao, Su Yan, and Fake Luo Bai had never introduced themselves to any of the women present!
Their behavior had left the women stewing in frustration for quite some time. They tried every trick in their arsenal, launching round after round of probing questions, but their efforts all came to nothing as the three deftly brushed them off...
At daybreak the next morning, when only a faint fish-belly white showed along the eastern horizon and the morning light had yet to spill across the land, Ying Ming Hao and many other competing disciples had already arrived early at the meeting place, unable to contain their excitement.
By then, only a handful of their fellow disciples had yet to arrive.
A little over an hour later, Shui Yanbin, Fatty Zhang, Tao Yang, and the others finally straggled in.
Their legs were weak and trembling, their faces as pale and bloodless as paper. They could only shuffle forward slowly, leaning on one another for support.
Their wretched appearance made them look as though every last scrap of energy had been drained from their bodies.
At the sight, many of the disciples present burst