"Greetings, everyone. I am honored that the Imperial Family and the various families have thought highly enough of me to send their younger disciples to the Imperial Capital Hunting Competition I am hosting."
On the Beast Arena's spacious main platform, Gu He stood tall and straight as an ancient pine, his long robe swaying gently in the breeze. A faint smile rested on his face as he delivered his opening speech in a resonant voice.
His gaze slowly swept over the dense, bustling sea of heads below, but his mind was filled with questions.
In truth, he had only learned that morning, when his disciple Liu Ling had rushed over to fetch him, that Liu Ling had made such a grand production out of this third-tier pill, organizing a Hunting Tournament of this magnitude.
Looking at the sea of people and the lively scene before him, he realized that the Hunting Tournament was far larger than he had imagined. But how exactly did Liu Ling intend to use it to make Nalan Yanran famous?
All the twists and turns were like a tangled skein of thread, and he had yet to unravel them.
Still, the affair had already caused an enormous stir. All sides knew about it and had joined in. The arrow was on the string and had to be loosed, so he could only steel himself and continue hosting.
"You are too kind, Master Gu He."
At that moment, Jia Xingtian, the guardian of the Imperial Family and a Peak Dou Emperor, was the first to offer a courteous reply.
He wore robes patterned with pale gold, their hems fluttering around him. Even without anger, he exuded an imposing authority as he stood there. His voice was steady and powerful, seeming to pierce through every trace of noise.