As for those who sat alone or in groups of two or three, they were the travellers from the martial arts world. Unlike the locals, they seemed less excited and merry. One seat was occupied per person, and there was less chatter and expressions. By habit, they placed their knife or sword by their side.
Some of them were merchant travelers, but most of them were here through the "preliminary competition." The cheers from unfamiliar faces didn't excite them much. Most were only interested in gaining a good ranking and winning a reward.
Pei Ye scanned the scene, taking note of several of his friends. Higher up, Qi Zhaohua, Fang Jidao, Zhang Dingyun and a group from the academy sat together.
Pei Ye waved at them in greeting. Behind him, a child let out a soft sigh, "When is it going to start?"
Before Pei Ye could answer, Zhang Xiaoyan suddenly pointed it out: "Brother Pei Ye, look, over there. Lots of people have arrived."
