Early that morning, sunlight filtered through thin clouds and showered down over the Misty Sect.
Viewed from above, countless disciples surged like a tide toward the Life-and-Death Arena, creating a magnificent spectacle.
Among them were everyone from True Disciples to Outer-Disciplinary Servants. They packed together so densely that the sheer numbers dazzled the eye and defied counting.
Meanwhile, inside the Cultivation Chamber, Ming Hao suddenly snapped his eyes open, a sharp gleam flashing through them.
His immensely solid aura abruptly contracted as though compressed by an invisible force.
He quickly rose and headed straight for the Cultivation Chamber's door without hesitation.
Yet even with a battle to the death looming, Ming Hao stuck to his usual routine, washing up before preparing to leave.
When he opened his residence's gate, he was surprised to find Fatty Zhang, Lin Zihan, and the others already waiting there.
"Good morning, senior brothers and sisters! You must be hungry too, right? Let's go have breakfast together first!"
Ming Hao waved to them with a broad smile, his tone relaxed, as though he felt not the slightest worry about stepping onto the Life-and-Death Arena shortly.
Seeing this, Fatty Zhang, Lin Zihan, and the others relaxed their slightly tense expressions.
They chatted with Ming Hao, then followed him to the Dining Hall for breakfast.
In the Dining Hall, Ming Hao devoured his last roast goose leg like a whirlwind sweeping away scattered clouds, then let out a satisfied burp.
He casually picked up a napkin, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with a chuckle:
"Senior brothers and sisters, have you all had your fill?"
"We've all eaten and drunk our fill. Just give the word, junior brother!"
Fatty Zhang and the others patted their round bellies as they spoke.
"Since everyone's had their fill,