Zhaang Ye had sent a young expert from the Moon Country flying and then overwhelmed Fu Songcheng with his sheer presence. Although it all happened quickly, the formidable strength he revealed piqued the interest of many. Some of the more observant individuals gave Zhaang Ye a long, hard look before slowly making their way toward the arena.
At the end of the street, atop a large tree, a thin-faced elder and a short-haired young man with a longbow on his back stood side-by-side on the branches. The elder projected no aura whatsoever and looked like an ordinary person, yet his body seemed to subtly merge with the world around him. Despite the many pedestrians on the street below, not a single one noticed him.
