"The Duowa Sect is just being overly clever."
"Why choose this of all things? They actually dare to compete in martial arts with him."
As the words fell, the scene from tens of kilometers away reappeared on the virtual light screen.
A group of people pushed through the crowd, advancing towards the middle of the snow-covered mountain.
Looking up, one could see that this was a flat cloud platform spanning several hundred meters, with the thick snow swept away, revealing red bricks beneath, and at the center, a huge temporary arena.
On both sides were open-air stands built with redwood, only standing room, rising layer upon layer, already packed with people who had gathered to watch.
"They've come, they've come."
"Look quickly, those are people from Chi Country."
"They don't look weak, can they win?"
"Nonsense, haven't you seen that both Master Gert and Master Walon are here?"
