A violent gust of wind breezed through the tournament site, picking up the leaves that blanketed the ground and bringing them towards the clouded white sky.
Below were the high-profile members of the Xie Manor, who sat on luxurious seats atop a raised platform.
Many pairs of eyes were on them.
It wasn't without a reason that they were the center of attention.
Like dragons amidst a field of chickens, they were eye-catching.
Some people occasionally pointed their fingers at Xie Yang while sneering in disdain and whispering, seemingly badmouthing him behind his back. They believed in the rumors about him so much that they were further tainting his character, accusing him of being a rapist, a cut-sleeves, and a tyrant.
However, they were less in number than those who refused to participate in idle gossip and remained silent, expressing with their actions how highly they respected Xie Yong.
