As Xuan and the others looked around the city from earlier, he couldn't help but feel like it was a lot emptier than before.
Sure, there were only 100 jade slips, but for there to only be 30 people in the center, even after including them... It was a bit suspicious.
And evidently, his suspicions were true.
A man wearing a shabby flaming golden robe emerged from the forest, his arms bruised and his fingers devoid of all his rings and valuables. He looked like a homeless person. A handsome homeless person.
Xuan felt a little bad for him, to be honest, though he was still prepared for what was about to happen.
But nothing happened. The man just walked past their group and went into a spot where not many would bother him. Right on cue, the tournament overseer from before emerged.
