Li Ang sat in the audience, his palm lightly resting on a newspaper, his eyes closed as he rested his mind.
The friends around him knew he was in meditation and subconsciously lowered their conversation to avoid disturbing him.
Pei Jing was the first to enter the arena. He battled his opponent for over fifteen minutes before finally securing a narrow victory. Exhausted, he raised the Canghai Sword high above his head.
The audience's cheers were thunderous, and atop the high stands, Emperor Yu, Minister Pei Su, and others also revealed smiles of relief.
Then came Ren Xin, Ashina Que Teqin, Li Hui, Shangguan Yangyao... The matches proceeded one after another, the audience's cheers and applause rising and falling, yet Li Ang still sat with his eyes closed, lost in thought.
This world was absurdly real.
