The Sect Grand Tournament could be counted as Shushan's liveliest occasion.
Not only had everyone come, but even the heads of some sects had arrived.
The other groups had all sent representatives as well, bearing congratulatory gifts.
For a grand occasion like this at Shushan, it would have been far too embarrassing if too few people came.
"Old Ox, Run Tu, put a little more muscle into it!"
An ox and a chah were working up a storm in the kitchen.
A huge pot of meat was still cooking on the stove, and the meat inside was not yet done.
The meat and broth were bubbling away.
The finished dishes sat in pots that covered the table.
Once he set them out in the square, he was bound to make a killing.
Li Ping'an, meanwhile, worked hard at refining medicine, toiling from early morning until night.
The discarded medicinal dregs had accumulated into a heap.
Everything was ready; all that remained was to join the bustle tomorrow.
Wild Geese Fly Beneath the Waning Moon.
It was a night that left people rather ill at ease.
Tomorrow was the first day of the Sect Grand Tournament, a day Shushan's disciples had long awaited.
Yet when the day truly arrived, they were somewhat at a loss.
Excitement, nervousness, uncertainty...
It inevitably reminded Li Ping'an of taking the college entrance exams in his previous life.
Ten years of hard study by a cold window, with everything decided in a single day.
Those two and a half days had left him dazed, as though in a dream.
All the hardship, tension, endurance, and bewilderment of the past had come to a full stop in those two and a half days.
Li Ping'an understood that feeling all too well.
But what did it have to