As Gan Zifeng made his way up, they arrived at the second level of the terrace where the distinguished disciples from each peak were gathered. The two found seats casually and didn't particularly stand out.
The field was bustling; the aftershocks of the previous match were fading away. Just as Pei Ye took his seat, the proud and aloof youth he had noticed earlier was also making his way to the stage.
Gan Zifeng stopped talking, for their position was neither high nor low; just right to hear the comments of the Peak Masters and elders from above, and the discussions of the disciples from various sects below.
At this moment, the words from below were indeed clear to the ear.
"Is that Caiyue from Xianqiao Peak? He looks quite handsome."
"Can he beat Senior Brother Kong Wen? I don't believe it."
