Dou Qi surged across the square as chaos continued to spread. Like a catalyst, that chaos sent earth-shaking cheers and shouts erupting from the surrounding stands. Many spectators grew red-faced with excitement, as though they wished they were the ones fighting in the arena.
As the battle grew fiercer and more chaotic, a flicker of interest crossed Hun Changqing's eyes. The sight of dozens of talented fighters in the Dou Huang Realm competing for glory was not something one saw every day.
Just as Hun Changqing was about to take the tea set from his Storage Ring and brew a pot of fruit tea to savor while watching this entertaining match, an exclamation from Zi Yan caught his attention.
"Isn't that Little Yan? What's he doing here?"
Hun Changqing followed Zi Yan's startled gaze and saw a handsome young man in green robes wielding a spear, struggling to fend off attacks from every direction. From the look of him, he could not hold out much longer and would soon be defeated.
"You know him?"
Hun Changqing arranged the tea set he had just taken from his Storage Ring, then glanced at Zi Yan beside him, raising his brows slightly as he asked softly.
"He's a disciple of Jia Nan Academy's Inner Academy. He calls me his boss. I asked him to join the Netherworld Hall before, but he insisted on coming to the Central Plains to make his own way. I didn't expect to run into him here."
Zi Yan nodded. Watching Lin Yan's back tremble slightly as he resisted the vicious attacks coming from all sides, her expression grew grave.
"If you want to join the fun, go down there."
As though he had seen through her thoughts, Hun Changqing took a small sip of the sweet, refreshing fruit