This is the Grand Preceptor as envisioned by everyone!
Standing atop the mountain peak, as if atop the pinnacle of the world, the Grand Preceptor's gaze swept downward. The next moment, with a sudden sweeping gesture, countless wooden tokens were hurled forth, pouring down like dense raindrops upon the crowd below.
Cao Zhen caught one of the wooden tokens.
The tokens were quite crude and simple, with just a few characters carved onto them.
A—Twenty-Seven.
Scanning his surroundings, Cao Zhen noticed that everyone within his field of view had grasped a wooden token.
"Is this..."
"Are these the number tokens we'll be using for the tournament shortly?"
"How many people must be gathered here? The Grand Preceptor ensures each one receives a token, and distribution is completed in an instant? This level of skill... is too terrifying."
"I'm somewhat curious about what happens with the places where no one is present."
