The sun hung high in the air as dense, sunlit clouds drifted across the sky. The tribe was once again bustling with activity.
Su Mo arrived at a fighting ground on a mountain side. 300-400 disciples had gathered on the grounds that were made entirely of white jade. All of them were Rank 9 Martial Emperors, their auras were dense and their strengths were ordinary.
Su Mo's arrival caused many disciples to turn their heads to stare at him. This wasn't because Su Mo's appearance was different but because he was different from the rest of them.
Those who had gathered here were going to the Sun Moon Tribe to attend the fighting event. Only core disciples who were Rank 9 Martial Emperors had the qualification to be here.
Su Mo's cultivation rank wasn't up to standard yet, and as such, he stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd.
"Who is this brat?"
"Is he going to attend the Fight Meet?"
"Probably not right? Is he going to be an onlooker then?"