Misaki and the rest were led to a side area that had some courtyards that had seen some better days. This was how things worked at the Dragon God Tournament. Your sect ranking is what decided how you were treated. In other words, with the Misty Cloud Sect, although not at the bottom of the ranks, they were still close to the bottom out of the thousands or so other sects that were out there.
"Are you serious?" Misaki looked at the dilapidated courtyard and frowned.
"Ahaha… Ahem… Misaki Mitsu, I know this place looks bad. Well, not just looks but is bad. Please do not make a fuss or else we will be kicked from the tournament. The better we do in the tournament the better our conditions will get. And this is not the worst of places, look over there." The Sect Master pointed to another area that was nothing but mud and some mud houses that had thatch roofs that were half caved in.
