The chaos had started.
In a particular Inn, a father gave advice to his son.
This was the Inn that the members of the Cutlass clan had booked throughout the gathering of the sword clans.
After the tournament battles, the next was supposed to be the hunting for cored beasts.
The chief of the Cutlass clan did not think that his son was going to lose the tournament battles. After all, Lofty had the best cultivation level in this year's competition.
Only a few more years and he would enter into the copper realm.
The reason they were having this conversation now was because Lofty had insisted on spending the entire day with his younger sister, instead of planning out the next move as proposed by his father.
For the Tournaments, there was no worry. Even though unexpected dark horses like Chiron and Dolly raised their ugly heads, Lofty was sure that he could finish them off.
This was the pride both he and his father had in his abilities.