Apollo glanced at the mountain in the distance. Adjusting the mask on his face, he followed the people heading in the same direction. "D*mn it, why do they make the venue so far from the city?" he muttered in annoyance. He had been walking for 30 minutes now and still hadn't reached the venue.
The others seemed to share his sentiments as they shook their heads, though this mainly applied to those who were only there to watch. The martial students, on the other hand, didn't utter a word and just continued moving forward without making a scene.
Apollo felt relieved that no egotistical cultivator was among them.
Just as he was thinking about this, a shout came from his right, making him turn toward the sound.
"Move, you lowly commoners!" A carriage made its way through the crowd, the curtain open, and a man who was likely a noble looked at the people outside with disgust and ridicule in his eyes.