The lighting inside the tree hole was somewhat dim, a thin cold wind irregularly licking at Zheng Qing's neck and ears, causing his whole body's hairs to involuntarily stand on end.
Of course, it's possible that the black tiger following him added some pressure as well.
Since it was a tree hole, the space was naturally somewhat cramped.
Initially cramped, just enough for a person to pass through, but after taking dozens of steps the space suddenly opened up. The grandstand was towering high, flags fluttering orderly, with red, yellow, blue and white colors amongst others, cheering sounds were almost deafening. Men and women shuttled back and forth, all as usual.
Zheng Qing stood stunned outside the tree hole, scratching his head and looking around in bewilderment.
