"Welcome everybody to the first Tournament of Champions in the last 20 years!"
A man stood up on a giant stage that was perhaps kilometers wide in both length and width. Only cultivators could clearly see him from that distance away.
The space on the stage was clearly expanded using formations and the real space was perhaps a fourth of what was being shown at the moment.
The host continued talking, welcoming everyone to the competition, while the rest of the people got onto their own thing.
"I can't keep Pearl?" Helen asked from the audience space.
"No, I need him for the battles. Just keep these storage bags of mine, mother," Alex said and handed over everything except for precisely what he needed.
"Alright, but make sure he doesn't take get hurt. You're stronger than him, so you need to be the one to fight," Helen said.
