Kong Zhanghong expertly led the way toward the Central Martial Arena.
There were guards stationed at the entrance.
"Who goes there?"
One of them asked.
A few guards instinctively stepped forward, prepared to block the path—until they caught a glimpse of the sigil on Bai Zihan's robe and the faint yet unmistakable aura surrounding him.
Their eyes widened.
One of the older guards stumbled back a step before quickly dropping into a deep bow.
"Y-Young Master Bai! We didn't realize… Please forgive our offense!"
The other guards followed in unison, bowing respectfully, their foreheads nearly touching the stone floor.
Bai Zihan said nothing. He simply gave a faint nod, his hands still folded behind his back.
"May I ask what brings you here today?"
"Young Master Bai Zihan wants to watch the competition," Kong Zhanghong answered.
The guard's eyes widened in shock.
It wasn't just a member of the Bai Clan—it was the heir himself who had come.
