Wind nodded several times in a row before leaving the table. He donned his martial attire and departed shortly after Fell, he hummed and whistled as he traversed the streets of New Casablanca. After a few minutes of walking, he arrived at the Golden Factory with a puffed out chest filled with confidence. As for Fell, he had come in the Battle Center, and had gone back to his room since he didn't seem to find Tahlya.
"She must still be mad at me…", he thought as approached the Cerebral Link. His hands traced the surface of the metallic object before hopping on top of it, he closed his eyes as he thought about the top rankers. "I hope I'll meet them today."
Another day filled with brawling began for the young cultivator. He met dozens of users that he had already fought in the day before, and most of them had respect plastered on their faces. A few of them even bowed toward him before the fight began, while others would stay expressionless.