The Sun Moon Empire.
Mingdu.
Inside a lavish hotel.
Countless teams arrived one after another, completing their registration under the pens of the sweet-faced attendants at the hotel's reception desk.
"Star Luo Sect team, captain... Xu Jiujiu."
As a stunning girl dressed in court attire spoke softly, even the attendant froze for a moment.
The competing teams nearby cast curious looks her way, their eyes filled with pity, envy, and, among the sects from the Original Continent, contempt.
"To become the Sun Moon Empire's dogs, you even threw away the legacy your ancestors built..."
Xu Jiujiu's lovely face remained composed as she glanced at the speaker.
"And here I wondered who it was. The Clear Sky Sect? After what happened three years ago, you still have surviving remnants to send to the tournament?"
"You!!!"
A young man in deep-blue sleeves flushed red, glaring furiously at Xu Jiujiu.
But a figure stopped him.
"Don't be rash."
Tang San chuckled.
He stared at Xu Jiujiu, his expression wistful. "Who would have thought? Once one of the Original Continent's three great nations, you joined forces to thwart the Sun Moon Empire's plans, yet now... I wonder how your ancestors' spirits in heaven would feel if they knew."
The two teams' clash instantly drew the attention of everyone around them.
They were certainly interested in gossip like this.
After all, the Star Luo Empire had once been formidable, but now Emperor Xu Jiawei had offered up his nation and even sent the princess into the Sun Moon Empire, seemingly intending to offer her to it as well. The contrast left people sighing with emotion.
"The weak cling to the strong. That truth has never changed throughout the ages."
Xu Jiujiu gave a soft laugh.
"Our Star Luo Sect has never claimed to be strong,