"Judging from the situation, the youngsters from our six nations will be bumping into each other earlier than we expected." Grandmaster Qi Jie sighed. Clapping his hands together in prayer, he recited, "Amitabha!"
Everyone was reminded of the purpose of their being there by his words, and exchanged glances with one another.
As Ji Meimei had said, the Western Star Sea was Fu Qing's territory. There was no way he wouldn't know what was happening given the huge commotion.
One man was hastily making his way into the deeper recesses of the Western Constellations Palace. All the horned pythons slithering about the palace courtyards made way to allow him passage.
There stood a lofty, spacious pavilion, antiquated and intricately decorated. It towered over ten feet tall, with an unshakeable sense of power hidden within its stillness. It was the largest building in the entire Western Constellations Palace.
