"When are they gathering?" Michael questioned Elder Li as the sun began to rise.
The answer he got was one of respect. "Any moment now, sir."
Over the last couple of days, Michael had done a bunch of preparation, whether it was buying clothing, food, or weapons.
He had also invested in an arena, hiring all sorts of renowned builders to make it perfect.
If he wanted to gain profit, he first had to invest—or at least, that's what he had initially thought.
But as he looked at Kai and Hu Rong, who, for some reason, were both extremely exhausted, Michael began harboring some doubts.
"What did you two do yesterday?"
"Training... Master Mujin," Hu Rong replied with cupped fists, the exhaustion quite literally oozing from his voice.
Michael let out a sigh before turning toward Kai, who was in even worse shape.
"And you?"
With unease clear in his posture, he answered, "I fell off the mountain..."
