The midday sun was high when the martial arts tournament officially began.
Atop the Fumanlou's highest balcony lay a thousand-square-foot platform, in the center of which sat a thirty-meter square arena where today's tournament would take place.
Surrounding the arena were neatly arranged chairs, filled once again with hundreds of cultivators and martial artists, among them some ordinary people who held CEO-level positions in large corporations.
These ordinary folks came to the Ghost Market for several reasons.
To seek spiritual medicine or to forge good relationships with the cultivators and martial artists.
Or else, to hire them with a hefty sum as private bodyguards.
However, cultivators and martial artists rarely became bodyguards for the sake of money, but not every cultivator or martial artist possessed a high cultivation level, so some with lower levels would choose to work as bodyguards.
