The old man's gaze swept through various areas below the stage, his voice was unusually loud, "Most of the people here probably don't know me, but it doesn't matter, I'm just an old man forgotten by history, whether you know about me or not is irrelevant."
Down below, Ren Feifan was surprised to discover that everyone, regardless of their nationality, could understand the words that the old man was saying.
It was quite magical. To him it sounded like Huaxian language, while for the foreigners around him, it was in their native language.
This must be some secret technique.
The old man on stage paused for a few seconds before continuing:
"Today, I, this old man, will announce some details about the Ice Ghost Island competition. I know that most of you gathered here are the strongest elites from your respective countries—at least on the surface you appear that way. You are all terribly proud and arrogant, so much you must believe yourselves to be the skies above!