"What in the world is happening over there?" Yan Renhuo's question struck a chord on Wang Ling's heart as he felt a powerful qi in the air. The air was being rendered by something and as he was sensitive to the movement of qi, Wang Ling was feeling every change.
Smiling, Wang Ling was beginning to expect something from this Festival. It was currently noon, and the Festival had yet to actually start as the challenges were merely beginning to pour at this point in time.
The Festival's first-half starts as early as the crack of dawn as a way to entertain the students and impress the numerous teachers. The already shining stars of the Roaring Thunder Board show their might and begin their show of might.
Wang Ling planned to appear at noon in order to not catch that much attention and get bored so he took his time. But from the looks of it, he was missing out on a strong challenger.