As early as the first cock crow, the grounds of the Wa Tribe's Hunting Expedition were already teeming with life.
Throngs of people rushed to secure their seats, eager to witness the grand event.
The seating arrangement was akin to a massive stadium, with partitions clearly demarcating the statuses of the numerous cultivators in attendance.
There were sections for lone cultivators and minor sects, as well as designated areas for neighboring tribes and the minor clans outside the core domain.
The air was electric with excitement, the collective anticipation so palpable that it drowned out even the most conspicuous of entrances—including Xiao Ming and his companions.
When Xiao Ming arrived, he took a moment to survey the scene.
His gaze swept across the white-glazed furniture reserved for the Heavenly Moon Sect disciples, where Zhou Cui sat calmly among the group.
