The Continental Young Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament had nearly drawn to a close by this point. It could even be considered over.
But perhaps to keep Shrek and the Tang Sect in place, Xu Tianran announced that there would be a farewell celebration the day after tomorrow-a champions' float parade that Shrek and the Tang Sect absolutely had to attend.
This had, in fact, already exposed the telltale flaw in Xu Tianran's plan.
What the hell did a champions' float parade have to do with the Tang Sect? It was nothing more than a delaying tactic.
Fortunately, Chen Ping did not mind Xu Tianran having such a plan. He had not finished making his fortune at the Black Market yet. Since Xu Tianran wanted to put on an act, he naturally did not mind playing along.
Back at the hotel, Chen Ping could finally get some proper rest.
For once, he did not cultivate, but instead sank into a deep sleep.
This match had taken far too much out of him.
The exhaustion was not just physical, but also in his soul and mind.
His nerves had been taut all day, and only genuine rest could let them relax.
Beneath Mingdu, undercurrents surged.
Mingdu's Dinghou Street lay amid a stretch of low, commoners' housing in the city's western outskirts.
Although it was called a street, it was really nothing more than a narrow little lane.
The western outskirts had always been home to Mingdu's poorest commoners. There were few towering buildings here, only great stretches of low houses.
Farther west lay the Sun Moon Mountain Range, made up of rocky mountains.
There was only one small restaurant on Dinghou Street, barely a hundred square meters in area, with four or five tables.
Never mind luxurious-even calling it plain would