"Is everyone present?"
On the elevated platform at the center of the Martial Arts Arena, a man in a white robe sat lazily in a chair, his gaze immersed only in the teacup before him, completely oblivious to the bustling scene below, as if nothing could pique his interest.
Two figures approached from the left and right, each handing over a name card, and then spoke simultaneously.
"Reporting to the Envoy, these are our battle candidates."
The Wuyou Envoy raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the two whose faces were similar yet had vastly different temperaments.
Xiao Feng and Xiao Yun, the two brothers.
A pity that the two, who carried the bloodline of that Martial Fool Lord Xiao, had none of their father's passion for martial arts and instead were immersed in power struggles.
The Wuyou Envoy gestured, "Present it!"
The names in hand, the Wuyou Envoy intended to give them a cursory glance but paused at the end.
"A Blood River Realm warrior? Xiao Feng, are you sure?"
