The Sect tournament arrived as scheduled.
On this day, the wild snowstorm that had raged just yesterday suddenly ceased.
Sunlight pierced through the snowy clouds, melting the ice and snow, bringing with it a vigorous vitality, like life reawakening after a long dormancy.
With such fine weather, it would be a waste not to go out.
Thus, more and more disciples who had not originally planned to go to Yenwu Hall began heading to the Martial Arts Field to watch the final battle of the Sect tournament. This created a huge workload for Li Jianxiang's senior brothers.
In the morning, at the center of the Martial Arts Field, Li Jianxiang's senior brothers whispered amongst themselves, allocating manpower.
"Senior Brother, there are far more disciples here than we anticipated last night. If this continues, we won't have enough people."
