A few minutes later, the tournament finally began. A man dressed in imperial white, with two blue fabric ribbons hanging from his shoulders, jumped off one of the buildings, landing in the middle of the crowd. His Qi lifted everyone off the ground, creating a circular space where he could walk freely, allowing the players to return to the ground.
"Who's this lunatic?"
"Must be that foreigner. They usually love this kind of showmanship."
"Isn't that the so-called novice lord?"
"Seriously? So, this is the man who managed to create a new clan from scratch after so many centuries."
"If he was so good, why didn't he just wait? He could've become the ruler."
The novice lord, named Lang Tian, ran his hand through his blue hair streaked with white, looking at all the players.
"I see you're quite curious. Let's raise the stakes. I'll answer one question for the top ten in each trial," said Lang Tian.
