The morning of Cattaleya's first tournament arrived with a clear sky and a crisp breeze that carried the scent of dew and faint qi ripples from cultivators already beginning their daily training.
Lin Mu and the group assembled in front of the Coiling Horn Inn just after sunrise, with Cattaleya practically vibrating with anticipation and Meng Bai looking both excited and terrified at the reminder that he would be doing this soon too.
The venue for the tournament was not located within the outpost city itself, but in a nearby city nearly two hundred kilometers away.
Normally this would be at least a few hours journey by carriage or by foot. Even flying would take several hours for the average immortal. But with Little Shrubby's flight, the group arrived in less than an hour, comfortably standing on the beast's broad flaming back while the world blurred beneath them in streaks of green, brown, and azure.
