On the day of finals for the defeated teams, the sun was shining brightly and there was a boundless stretch of blue sky. There seemed to be fine gold particles dancing in the air that put people in a good mood. There also seemed to be an unknown fragrance floating that made people feel carefree and happy.
In the air above the battle ring a few Gods hid and conversed in doubt.
"Don't you think the atmosphere today was a little magical?" Sui Xiong looked up to the sky and down to the ground, then looked around. He said in distress, "I feel like the source of power of the world is surging faintly, as though it is going to cheer. Can all of you feel it?"
The other few Gods nodded. They felt the same thing.
