Three hours passed in a flash.
There was a lot to see in the Phoenix Palace, and Feng Yaohua was a great guide. After their interaction with Feng Jiahui, Feng Qingru also started to open up.
It looked like she was trying to show him that Feng Jiahui didn't represent the entire Feng Clan. He appreciated the sentiment, so he was more than happy to engage in conversation with her.
The two phoenixes led him everywhere, and when their tour came to its true end, they stood in front of that place three hours later.
"I guess this is a 'best for last' moment," Feng Yaohua said with a smile.
"Here is our Flame Chalice Arena. It is another sacred place of the ancestors, only, those who built this place were phoenixes who craved war."
He could tell by its exterior construction alone. The massive coliseum was built with sharp edges and orderly symmetry that made it reminiscent of a place where army men would go to train.
