The situation outside where Ning Hesheng was outwitting and fighting with others was unknown to Lin Chen who had entered the Heavenly God Arena.
Lin Chen had no time to tend to other matters; he had his own troubles.
Just as Lin Chen entered the Heavenly God Arena, he discovered himself floating midair, neither touching the sky nor the ground, with vast expansiveness all around. Opposite him, a refined middle-aged man was also floating.
Upon scrutiny, Lin Chen realized the middle-aged man was not an actual physical body, not even a Primordial Spirit, but seemed merely a silhouette.
The middle-aged man examined Lin Chen with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"You are the first of the different races to set foot in this place..."
Lin Chen's heart tightened, and he clasped his hands in respect: "Senior, the instructions on the Token did not appear to prohibit challengers outside of the Heavenly God Clan from entering the Heavenly God Arena?"
