"Young Miss Biyue, are you excited for today's duel?" An ancient voice called out to Biyue.
The owner of that voice was a kindly-looking old woman with gray hair, her body comically small for the chair she used.
She was the leader of the Ice Flower Sect, one of the nine great sects of the Nine Peaks Basin.
They were now in the arena of the Orthodox Alliance, in a luxurious cabin reserved for only the most distinguished guests: The leaders and guardians of the 9 great sects and 7 great families, the council elders and the battalion leaders.
Their eyes filtered the arena below them, surrounded by stands where the voices of over a hundred thousand cultivators exploded in animated conversation.
The duel between Qingyi and Tianyu, a rookie of incomparable talent and the commander of the most powerful battalion in the orthodox alliance.
How could they not be excited?
"Yes," Biyue nodded at the old woman's question, settling into her chair.
