The representative of Zijiang City was an elderly man with a head full of white hair. He may appear old but there was something gallant about him. Many angry-looking bodyguards carrying sabers surrounded him.
On the other hand, the representative of Baihe City was a young man with pale skin and extraordinarily dark pupils. In contrast to Zijiang's representative this young man was arrogant – his gaze seems to belittle everything and everyone around him. Whether out of fear or respect, most people from his own city gave him a wide berth.
"Isn't that Fan Tong from Crimson Cloud City? He seems pretty energetic – seems like he would perform once again!"
"He's useless! Elder Gong, the winner of the previous martial art competition, would definitely defend his title!"
"What's wrong with Baihe City? Why did they send a kid to fight for them? Are they planning to throw the tournament entirely?"