"Silence!"
Nina let out a cold shout, suddenly retracting her two fingers.
As her voice fell, the multitude of bamboo slips spinning in the sky instantly froze in place.
Seconds later, the slips descended, arranging themselves neatly into pairs hovering in mid-air right before the crowd. The matchups for the first round of the martial tournament were clear at a single glance.
"The match schedule is out!"
"Thank goodness, I didn't draw those two divine maidens from the Cold Pavilion in the first round!"
"Woohoo! Me neither! Thank the heavens I didn't run into that little demoness from the Divine Abyss Gate right off the bat!"
"I'm ruined... it's over... I drew the Jianlan Sect's Holy Son in the very first round. I'm done for..."
Below the Dao Testing Stage, sect disciples from all over the world murmured as they read the bamboo slips. Naturally, some rejoiced while others despaired.
