It wasn't only Si Chen, who didn't know about who those seats belonged to but also most of the others, present in the colosseum had no idea, and they could only wonder about the eleven empty seats.
"Each of those eleven seats looks nothing less extraordinary than the throne of Mo Rong."
'Is the FC Barcelona team coming to sit there?'
Zhao Luo commented while censoring his wishful yet inappropriate thoughts as he looked at Feng Ma who was slowly opening his mouth.
"They may belong to the ten elders and the sect leader."
Feng Ma threw out a wild guess but since all of them were empty and it was already the last part of the tournament that was going to initiate so his guess didn't sound convincing.
"No way."
Zhao Luo replied while thinking that his joke had more chances to be true than Feng Ma's guess.
