The Sky River revolved, and below in the Martial Arts Hall, waves of cheers washed over the arena in an unending tide.
Within the rest area of the Yan Bagua Gate.
Chen Jiahan sat cross-legged in a sealed room, surrounded by an eerie silence, with only a large character for 'quiet' hanging on the wall.
Click.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
A person entered, closed the door, and sat down cross-legged on the floor just like the other.
Neither of them spoke; there was only the faint sound of their breathing, one following the other in a slow, measured rhythm.
About fifteen minutes later.
The visitor finally spoke softly.
"Aren't you going to check out the strengths of the other competitors?"
"Too weak. What's the point? It would only increase my disappointment," Chen Jiahan said, opening his eyes slowly.
Many people believed that the eldest disciple of the Yan Bagua Gate was a brute with the strength of a bear, a formidable monster with innate power.
