The yellow-clothed man tapped his fingers impatiently.
He was pulled into the magic arena by his good friend the grey-clothed man and became a spectator.
The old and rigid sage could not understand the fun of the card games played by the Dwarves, so the yellow-clothed man refused before he came, he even said righteously, ‘you will only bring down the reputation of the academy if you lend the Academy’s Magic Arena to the Dwarves to play card games.’
But after arriving at the scene, the yellow-clothed man realized his own misjudgment, which was that this match was unexpectedly... popular.
The Magic Arena, which could accommodate more than five thousand people, was almost full. Most of the audience were apprentices and instructors from the four advanced magic academies, and some seats were occupied by a group of dwarves.
Such a grand occasion would only be seen when the four academies were jointly holding some kind of competition.
