After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the East Continent Tournament would pause for a day.
This was essentially giving the top thirty-two disciples from each sect a day to rest and recover.
Chu Huaixu went to the Treasure Pavilion and sold the First Level Spirit Pills he'd refined in his Medicine Cauldron.
Competing while making money on the side—probably only he could pull that off.
"Speaking of which, thanks to the East Continent Tournament, the Outer Sect's demand for Low Level Spirit Pills has soared, and prices have gone up a little."
He'd been making money hand over fist lately, and his mood was especially good.
The ones feeling the exact opposite, though, were Geng Tianhe and the others.
Those three prodigies from the other major sects all got mysteriously scolded by their elders when they returned.
Chided for being too arrogant, restless, not diligent enough…
They weren't stupid—they could guess who the true culprit was: Chu Huaixu!
