Early morning.
Chu Xingchen stretched as he slowly walked outside, his gaze instinctively turning toward the chair in the courtyard where Bai Xuanling often sat.
Whenever that powerhouse Bai Xuanling had nothing to do, she always liked to sit there and sip tea elegantly.
As expected, Bai Xuanling was nowhere to be seen there.
After returning from the spectator stands, Yan Yun had gone straight to Bai Xuanling to squeeze in more training.
Xu Jin's performance had presumably put Yan Yun under considerable pressure.
But that was fine. Whether Yan Yun won or lost had no real bearing on the overall situation; this could simply serve as practice for her.
If Yan Yun lost, Chu Xingchen would not participate in the final round either.
Regardless of the outcome, the final sparring match between Yan Yun and Xu Jin would be the last bout.
Chu Xingchen had already finished his own match ahead of time.
There was still some time in the gap between matches, though. Xu Jin's injuries were not serious enough to require even a pill; he would probably be as lively as a dragon and tiger again after a night's sleep.
But there was no getting around the schedule.
After all, for cultivators, even months could be counted like days. If the first grand tournament between the core disciples of the three sects ended with everyone going home after just three days, it would inevitably feel rather slapdash.
It would make people wonder whether these people had nothing better to do and were putting on fixed matches for everyone's amusement.
Still, having some time between matches for people to prepare more thoroughly and put on a splendid contest was a good thing.
It was just that Chu Xingchen had probably already fulfilled his purpose in coming to the