Tang Shaoyang stood next to the window of his room, looking down at the street. It had been five hours after the Earth Tournament finished, and only half of the people returned from the arena. Zhang Mengyao, Kang Xue, Wei Xi, Cao Jingyi, and people that held an important position were still in the arena. He did not know what took them so long to return, but he could not do anything yet without them.
He could not just fly with Aerelion to South Korea because he did not know the direction. On top of that, he could not just go missing without telling them where he went. So, there was nothing to do, and he just stared at the street. The night had arrived, but he could see the crowd on the street, going in and out of the building.