At this thought, Xu Lai transmitted his Divine Sense to Tan Chang at the foot of the mountain. "I hear there's a youth Martial Artist competition in East Sea City?"
Tan Chang, who was meditating in his room, was startled. He respectfully replied, "Yes. Today is the last day for registration, and the competition begins the day after tomorrow."
"Are there referees?"
"Yes." Tan Chang looked perplexed, not understanding why Xu Lai was asking these questions, but he answered truthfully, "There are three Seventh Grade Martial Ancestors from the Martial Dao Association."
"I want to watch. Get me a ticket."
"..."
Tan Chang was flabbergasted.
You, a powerhouse suspected to be in the Divine Gate Realm, who can condense a Dragon Vein with a wave of your hand, want to watch children compete? Is the world of the powerful always this baffling?
"My daughter and a friend's child are participating," Xu Lai remarked with a sigh. "I have no choice. I have to go and protect them."
