In the blink of an eye, the day of Su Jiu's match arrived.
As this was the final day of the Grand Tournament, the crowd gathered around the Red Platform was even larger than yesterday's.
There were only two matches today: one between sword cultivators and one between Dao cultivators.
The match currently underway was between the two sword cultivators.
Matches between sword cultivators were usually straightforward contests of sheer ferocity.
Although the swordsmanship of the two onstage still seemed immature, each had already developed a distinctive spirit of his own.
Of course, it only looked immature to someone of Su Jiu's caliber. Ordinary cultivators would see it quite differently.
Just as their exchanges reached a thrilling pitch, a sudden commotion broke out in the crowd not far from Su Jiu.
"Fellow Daoist, young Fellow Daoist, if you don't sincerely intend to buy my talismans, please give them back. These few talismans are all I have to live on now..."
The voice was hoarse and aged, yet Su Jiu felt that it sounded somewhat familiar.
She casually swept her gaze over the crowd and froze for a moment.
Were the people from the Curse Spirit Sect all gathering here?
Looking again at the Old Lady sprawled on the ground, clutching someone's trouser leg and sobbing bitterly, who else could she be but their Sect Master?
Su Jiu could not help paying a little more attention to that side.
She heard people pointing at the man and criticizing him.
"How utterly heartless! Even an old lady like that isn't safe from him."
Seeing someone speak up against the injustice, the bystanders could not help asking what had happened.
The speaker sighed and shook his head. "That young man tried to swindle the Old Lady out of her talismans, but she saw