At this moment, although the sky was only faintly bright, most people had already left their accommodations and arrived at the arena.
Hao Jian meandered casually, with Feng Shiyuan following behind him.
Gradually, as the sky grew brighter, more and more people gathered around, all waiting for today's competition to begin. To them, today promised to be an exceptionally exciting day.
Soon, the area near the arena was crowded with people, their conversations creating a noisy atmosphere, yet it could only be described as lively.
A sea of people had gathered here, virtually everyone participating in the Ancient Martial Arts tournament.
The dozen or so arenas, though set apart from each other, were all adjacent and situated in one large venue, making this the place to be for watching the competition.
