A full month passed in what felt like a blur.
Cattaleya continued her domination in every tournament she entered. Her fame grew like wildfire. Entire taverns now had contests where customers tried to flick tankards across the room. Most of them ended with broken mugs and broken noses.
Yet while she drew the eye of the public, Meng Bai quietly began building a reputation of his own.
His rise was subtle but undeniable.
Unlike Cattaleya's tournaments which drew raucous crowds and loud cheers, Meng Bai's competitions were held in quieter arenas filled with sharp eyed elders, representatives from sects, clan retainers carrying jade scrolls, and kingdom officials wearing simple but refined robes.
These were the tournaments where the future of young cultivators was silently inspected and evaluated.
Normal civilians did not care to watch cultivators below the Immortal Realm. But the powers of the realm cared very much. After all, the immortal realm relied heavily on talent.
