Three days flashed past like a white steed glimpsed through a crack. Time was a wild horse freed of its reins, slipping away while no one was paying attention.
In those brief three days, the entire Imperial Capital seemed to have been struck by a mighty bomb, erupting into a frenzy.
The streets and alleys became surging rivers of people, while every seat in the taverns and teahouses was filled.
Everywhere, people could be heard eagerly discussing the upcoming Imperial Capital Hunting Competition.
It was as lively as a grand carnival, with clamor, chatter, and laughter weaving together into a deafening roar.
"Have you heard? Master Gu He is personally presiding over the Imperial Capital Hunting Competition! The winning team will receive two third-tier pills, with a guaranteed supply of matching fourth- and fifth-tier Foundation-Building Pills afterward!" A martial artist in fitted combat clothes spoke to his companion, his face flushed with excitement as he gestured animatedly.
"Who hasn't heard? Too bad only the great families can enter. People like us don't stand a chance. Damn it!" His companion sighed helplessly, the muscles in his face twitching slightly with regret and resentment.
Ordinary martial artists like them rarely even had a chance to see a third-tier pill. They had hoped that if they could enter the Hunting Tournament and give it their all, they might find a chance to change their fate.
Now, however, they could only watch longingly. It felt like watching someone else take away a delicious cake while they stood to the side drooling. It was a bitter feeling indeed.
"Ah, there's only one prize anyway. It was never going to have anything to do with ordinary martial artists like us. But we can still go watch the show," another sharp-looking martial artist cut in with a