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He sipped his cooled tea and suddenly said, "The people of the Northern Lands are fierce and iron-blooded. They've never cared much for singing and dancing in an age of peace, but this passion for soul fighting..."
"Do you have a way to break the impasse, Xiaojun?" Yin Duruo leaned forward and picked up the thread.
Chen Xiaojun tapped the table lightly, his starry eyes narrowing behind the tea's vapor. "The Provincial Tournament draws the public even more strongly than before. Every match sells out, without a single empty seat."
"But holding it once every five years leaves far too long a gap. If we made Heavenly Spirit Commandery the hub, brought City Lord Churan and the other commandery governors together, and reorganized the twenty-one provincial teams into the Fasno Advanced Soul Master Academy League, we could turn it into an annual spectacle, fresh and exciting every year."
Yin Duruo stroked his beard thoughtfully. "An excellent proposal, but organizing a competition like this will cost a great deal."
"Ticket sales would bring in some money, but accommodations, security, referees, and all the other expenses would swallow most of it. There would be little left in the end."
"Grandpa Yin, have you heard of the Youth Elite Challenge our Chen Clan holds in Chang'an?" Chen Xiaojun lifted the pot to refill the elder's cup. "It doesn't just bring together outstanding young talents from across the land. It also draws merchants from every direction."
"With the various competitions of Chang'an Joyous Week taking the stage in turn, it has become Chang'an City's most dazzling calling card. Both livelihoods and the economy have soared because of it."
His words left the old man endless room for imagination.
He leaned forward, the tea's vapor curling into a thread