Along the way, the Daoist named Wu Yu was explaining the general rules of the Mount Hua Tournament.
The tournament was usually a competition between the disciples of Huaxia's sects, and naturally, the masters would also spar to discuss techniques. More often than not, these exchanges would arise out of grudges between sects, or even personal vendettas. In the case of Wu Yu and Yama the Grinning Reaper, it was obviously the latter.
The Mount Hua Tournament would ultimately decide who among the younger generation was a genius and which group in the Huaxia secular sects held the most power.
"Brother Wu Yu, why not let your disciple give it a try, too?" suggested Qiu Qing Shui, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Me?" Ren Feifan looked mildly surprised before nodding. "That's not a bad idea. I am rather curious about the strength of the younger generation of common folks."
