Hearing Catt, Lin Mu simply replied, "It will be useful."
Daoist Chu sighed. "Useful? That pill could cause even a sect Patriarch to go mad with greed."
Meng Bai leaned over Lin Mu's shoulder. "Master, are you aiming for first place?"
Lin Mu answered honestly. "I am going to test my body cultivation. Whether I finish in the finals or not is secondary. But if the path places the pill before me, I will take it."
Cattaleya patted his back hard enough to make several nearby juniors flinch. "That is more than enough. I won't be letting you have an easy time."
Just then, the massive gongs rang across all five stadiums, signaling the beginning of the first round of the Great Martial Fist King Tournament.
The crowd roared like an ocean.
Patriarch Wang gestured toward the largest stadium on the middle knuckle where Lin Mu's first match category would take place.
"Let us go. Even if you are not fighting yet, you will want to observe the format and rhythm of the fights."
