Hurts

However, they were dumbfounded when they got there.

Those people didn't seem to be fighting.

They saw that the senior arena was surrounded by a large group of people.

Leading the colonels, Feng Wu squeezed through the crowd.

"Excuse us."

They were all colonels, and the spectators were mostly lieutenant colonels or majors, who backed away when they saw Feng Wu and her colleagues.

Here in Peace Grassland, the cultivators had a strict hierarchy.

That was why everybody was so astonished when they heard the way Feng Wu spoke to Elder Dongfang and Mr. Xu.

Feng Wu ran to the front of the team and soon saw Feng Xun and Xuan Yi.

What?

Something didn't seem right.

The two sides in the arena didn't seem to be fighting.

There were two tables in the arena, and each had a giant plate on it. On each plate was an entire roast sheep.

The skin was golden and crisp, and the aroma filled the air.