"Seems like fate has something in store for you too, Shen Bao," Old Fu replied.
"I guess so, but not to fret or anything, it's a several million-person tournaments. I'd be more surprise if we get to meet him, but I'm not too keen on tempting fate."
The people downstairs continued debating between who of the new generation is going to take the title of Strongest Under the sun.
Though for me, that title is rather vain. It gives nothing but a big old target on one's back especially since there are cultivators far stronger than whoever would win this title.
An ironic title it is. Even the one who obtains it will have to bow down not even to the Suns, but to those far below them as they are still several realms stronger.
We soon finished eating, and even more commotion happened in the inn. The busboy spent more time cleaning up blood than he did serving clients. But the mood didn't get sour in the slightest.
