As time passed, representatives and young prodigies from thirty-six empires, including the Dark Horse Empire, made their successive entrances.
For a while, the 'middle-tier spectator seats' in the prisoner fight arena was brimming and completely filled with people.
Even on the audience's side where Wyatt Barnes and the others of the Black Stone Empire were seated, there were representatives and rising talents from three more empires.
"Prince Yakim! It's been a long time... How have you been lately?"
A representative of an empire, who had just arrived with his entourage, sat not far from Prince Yakim and took the initiative to greet him.
This was an elder clad in grey. An aura of unfathomable depth radiated from his cloudy eyes, his aging and frail figure showing neither joy nor anger.
"Senior Willow."
Prince Yakim looked at the man in the grey robe and cracked a slight smile. "I'm doing well. I didn't expect that this time the Fletcher Empire would be led by you."
