"So that's the situation."
Nangong Li casually extended his hand, pointing at the tents and magical treasure residences scattered throughout the valley: "Everyone is afraid of missing the martial arts contest for the suitor selection, so they've arrived here long in advance to wait. Although it's not the time yet, every day there's someone fighting here, as they say, to clear out those who have no chance of winning the contest early."
"Besides those picking fights, there are others setting up stalls to do business, selling medicinal pills, refining equipment, doing all sorts of things. After all, with so many cultivators gathered here, a demand market naturally forms, so there's no fear of having no customers."
"As for the specifics of this martial arts contest, we don't know yet. A saint did appear once, greeted everyone, and assured us to wait patiently. On the appointed day, everything will be revealed."
Ning Hesheng nodded: "In that case, let's wait."
