As Zhihui looks at Mors, Mor's senses someone's eyes looking at him. He turns his head, as his brown eyes meet Zhihui's gray eyes. Mors stops walking for a second. As he started to walk toward Zhihui, Huan took a step back. As Mors gets closer, Fen gets closer to Zhihui, ready to protect his lady if anything were to happen.
It did not take long for Mors to stand in front of the group of three. Mors and Zhihui looked at each other. Zhihui goes through countless memories as she tries to think who the man in front of her is. Not even in her past life she had heard or seen someone like this. But there was this strange feeling, the aura around him felt similar.
'but he can't be Song, he did not gain the legacy of war till he was on the general stage'
Yes, in Zhihui's past life someone else inhered War's Legacy. But because Mors is someone new to this world in this timeline, his actions change the fate of countless other people. This Song person was only one of his many victims. Soon the masculine voice of Mors echoes in their ears.
"Excuse me, I heard from the guards that there is a tournament in this city. Can you tell me where it is?
Zhihui is brought back to reality as she stops trying to guess who this man's identity is as she spoke back to him. With a soft and calm voice, one that brings people peace.
"It's down that way, you will see a large colosseum. Next to it is a small building, go there and register. You have to be between ages 20-25 and of the warrior stage to register for the tournament. The fee for signing is 1000 gold coins."
1000 golds coins was not a lot for cultivators from clans or sects. This much money is their monthly allowance, some even getting more. But for cultivators without background or backing, this was a large amount. They need it to work with the mercenary guild and complete tons of missions to get that sum of money. Add the fact that they also need money for food, weapons, clothes, and cultivations materials.
Most cultivators of humble backgrounds could never enter this tournament. Not that there are any such cultivators, rogue cultivators are very frowned upon by sects and clans. There are few cases of clans or sects giving their cultivation techniques to someone random.
As Mors hears this, he nods his head as he speaks.
"Ah, so I was on the right way. Another question young lady. No, you know where this city library is?"
"When you arrive at the colosseum take a left and walk for a few minutes. A big building with 10 floors will come into view. It is called "Forgotten Tales"
"Ah~ thank you so much, young lady. I am new to this whole city so I did not want to get lost and wander around"
Mors said as he scratches the back of his head and laugh. Fen calms down as he stops being on guard against this young man. But still close to his lady, as you can never be too sure. Mors bows down to them slightly
"My name is Xiong Ming. But you are free to call me whatever you want"
The group also bows down to Mors slightly, as he told them the name he would be using while interacting with people. Something that they can all pronounce.
" I am Wu Zhihui, it is nice to meet you, Xiong Ming. I wish you good luck on the tournament"
"Oh, you are also participating? Well thank you for your luck, but I think you will need it more. "
He said, his tone somewhat arrogant, it seems like he is very confident in his strength.
"well I don't want to take more of your time, you seem to be shopping so I will be going"
Mors said as he walks away from the group after saying his goodbyes. As he walks away, Zhihui stands there with her mouth open.
"Interesting.. nice and respectful, but arrogant with his strength. "
"Interesting indeed my lady. Most arrogant people I have to meet aren't as nice as him and most nice people I have meant aren't so arrogant"
"Well…nothing much we can do about that. We just have to wait into the tournament start to see if he can back his words with power"
Zhihui said as he returns back to her shopping. But Mors never left her mind. A new strange variable has appeared in the world.