As I calmly and quietly had my meal, I took note of the few people who will be our opponents after this charade is over.
The majority of them were in the first stages of Nascent Soul cultivators, with a few that were on the second, and third. While only three had more Qi releasing from them that gave them out as fifth to sixth stage cultivators of the Nascent Soul Realm.
But among them, only one man, a calm collected-looking youngster, definitely not beyond thirty years was sitting on a small stool and had one leg above the other, and above his leg was a pretty big-looking zither. It looked crud, old, and wouldn't catch the eye of anyone looking to collect something musical.
Compared to how that man carried himself on that chair, and the air about him, his instrument was like something he picked up from the trash.
