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At eight sharp on July 13 in Heaven Dou City, the morning light already carried a hint of summer's dry heat.
In the Northwest district, over a hundred passageways opened simultaneously beneath the magnificent vaulted roof of the Heaven Dou Grand Arena.
The clamor of voices and the jumble of footsteps filled the vast space.
A wealth of Taiwanese novels awaited your discovery at ,.
Dressed in the same blue-and-white casual outfit as the Chang'an Team, Zhou Yi held his ticket stub and followed the signs through the somewhat crowded throng, stepping into the stands reserved for the Chang'an Team.
He found his seat and glanced at the one beside it-the man there had arrived early, his burly frame especially conspicuous.
Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile lifting his lips. As he sat down, he greeted the man naturally. "Oh, Brother, you again."
The big man beside him turned his head. It was the same brawny fellow from yesterday who had claimed to have "made a fortune" betting on Chang'an.
A warm smile immediately spread across his rugged face. "Hey, little brother! The scholar again! There's something to this fate of ours."
His booming voice drew glances from several people in the row ahead.
Zhou Yi settled into his seat and adjusted his collar. "Mine's a package ticket. But this seat of yours, Brother..."
He tipped his chin toward the man's seat. "The person sitting there a few days ago... wasn't you."
The big man gave a hearty, rumbling laugh. "Ha! Scholar, didn't I get lucky yesterday and win enough betting on Chang'an to fill every bowl and basin?"
His eyes shone with excitement. "So I started thinking, maybe this seat really