Davis, Myria, Ellia, and Zora Luan landed on the floating island. Along the pathways heading to the center from all directions, many fountains and gardens were placed within.
The scenery was quite splendid, not what someone would expect from a battle arena. The smell of blood was almost non-existent. Moreover, they could even see some disciples flirting here and there while some other formed groups, discussing the sect affairs, mostly about the rankings which concerned them but also about the top rankers.
Some information fell on their ears, but it was just too scrambled for them to make sense of it. But Davis could tell that most of it was everyday banter, not anything important.
As they made their way to the battle arenas, he stopped paying attention as he lost interest.
