After not so subtle meeting with the queen of the Sverine Kingdom, Lyon made his way back to his inn. The whole trip was uneventful. Only a handful of unpleasant gazes greeted him. However, he couldn't care less for the lot. The night ended with him entering the room where Assid had prepared for him prior.
Chirping birds could be heard as a clam breeze made the grass rustle a serene hymn. The start of the next round was nigh.
Everyone came out from their inns to go to the arena. Afurnae immediately turned to bustle as the various cultivators were excited about the second round. Not to mention how ridiculous it was for the first round to end with full domination from the mortal cultivators.
Especially the brazen youth.
