In the City Arena, rules were about to be set.
Even when the other contenders were not there yet, which seemed like they were also strict with time. At least Yang Lujia could see that. Moreover, the sense of superiority of those people sitting above the platform… he could feel it.
As someone who also liked such superiority, he was somewhat irritated by their appearance. Even more so when he saw the archpriest and his subordinate priests behind him. There were also these other clans, the Du Clan, the Hao Clan, and the Fu Clan, who also had the same demeanor.
But Yang Lujia decided to ignore them.
Especially now that they were paying attention to him.
At least, so far, his plan was progressing smoothly.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!