"The three-year martial arts event is upon us. I wonder how many will rise to prominence due to this event, establishing their names throughout the world and reaping significant rewards? And how many will be defeated in disgrace, plunging the reputations of their backing sects into obscurity?"
Atop a tall building of the Martial Arts Association's headquarters, a middle-aged man in a long robe, appearing somewhat thin, stood by a window. He gazed down at the martial arts experts from various parts of the region who had gathered and couldn't help expressing his thoughts out loud.
"Come on, Liu Tiandao, stop your musing. Let's continue discussing the distribution of slots."
Behind him was a brightly lit conference room.
At the moment, six people sat inside, seemingly discussing something.
The speaker at this moment happened to be Qiu Chufeng, the former Sect Leader of the Lihuo Sect, titled Martial Saint.
